He'd watched the entire spectacle.
"Your tactics leave something to be desired."
Christian walked over to me, his long fingers brushing a strand of hair from my temple.
"You really thought a flash drive full of bluffs would be enough to keep these people in line?"
I said nothing. I quietly pocketed the drive.
Of course I knew it wasn't enough.
This was only the first move. I wanted Dennis to crumble slowly, eaten alive by paranoia and dread.
"If Mr. Finley finds this so boring, there's no need to tag along."
My voice was ice. I turned to leave this place that made my skin crawl.
But Christian seized my wrist and yanked me into his chest.
He dipped his head close to my ear. Warm breath spilled across the hollow of my neck.
"Margot Delgado. Haven't you always wondered how the police got their hands on your classified money-laundering ledger five years ago? How they were so precise?"
Every muscle in my body locked. A chill shot from the soles of my feet straight to the crown of my skull.
That ledger. Only two people in the world knew the password: me and Dennis.
"What are you saying?"
I stared at him, unblinking. My voice shook before I could stop it.
