Page 12 of Feel It in the Air

I look down at the resume again. Margeaux Finnegan.

“I assume this is pronounced Mar-go?” He nods, confirming the pronunciation. “That’s a hell of a way to spell it.”

“Cajun mother, Irish father,” he tells me, starting our walk again.

“And she didn’t want to stay on working for Dexter?”

“Originally from Louisiana, and was looking to move closer to home after school. Hayes was able to make her an offer to do that. Did her undergrad at LSU, then got her MBA from Northwestern. After that she spent three years with the Sulonen Group, including two in Amsterdam…”

Percy’s voice fades into the background, my mind whipping into a frenzy. My skin prickles, my chest tightens, the whole world stopping and spinning backward in an instant. I blink, once, twice, three times—each one harder than the last.

Sulonen Group.

Amsterdam.

Law school in LA.

Louisiana.

Margeaux, not Marlo. I misheard that. Good to know.

There is no way. Absolutely no way.

Only, maybe there is.

“Ah, here she is!” Percy declares.

And I forget how to breathe.

It’s her.