The city below looked gray and blurred.

I sat in the leather chair opposite his desk.

My hands were cold, and I pressed them together to stop them from shaking.

“If Vanessa is turning on him, Daniel must be desperate,” I said.

“Or violent,” Robert added.

He dialed a number on his desk phone and put it on speaker.

It rang three times before a woman’s voice answered.

“This is Helen Vance,” the voice said.

“Thank you for calling back so quickly, Robert.”

“I have my client with me, Helen,” Robert said.

“We are listening.”

There was a pause on the line.

I heard the faint sound of traffic in the background of Helen’s office.

“My client is currently at a safe house,” Helen said.

“She left the apartment this morning.”

“Daniel discovered she had copies of the cash ledgers.”

“He threatened her.”

“She is six months pregnant, Robert.”

“She cannot handle this stress.”

My stomach tightened at her words.

Despite everything Vanessa had done, the thought of Daniel cornering a pregnant woman made me sick.

I knew that tone of his.