“No,” I said, turning to face him.

“I want to see Bennett’s face when he realizes Henry Blum is leaving him.”

“I want him to know it was the ledger that did it.”

“The ledger he thought Celeste was keeping for their future.”

Julian looked at me for a long moment.

He saw the determination in my eyes.

He sighed and closed his laptop.

“I will have the driver bring the car around,” Julian said.

“But we stay in the car until we are sure it is safe.”

“Agreed,” I said.

I picked up the black ledger and slipped it into my bag.

We walked out of the Carlyle suite and took the elevator down to the lobby.

The air in the lobby smelled of expensive lilies and wet wool.

Our driver, Thomas, was waiting at the curb with a large black umbrella.

He opened the door of the sedan, and we slid into the leather seats.

“To Chelsea, Thomas,” Julian said. “The Nineteenth Street address.”

The car pulled into the heavy afternoon traffic.

The windshield wipers clicked back and forth, a steady metronome.