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“You won’t lose your job if you break up with him. Trust me. He is too lazy to be vengeful. Yes, he won’t talk to you, most likely, and you won’t work with him directly, but you should take that as a badge of honor. He’ll forget about you, and you will be better off in the long run.”
I pause, my eyes flicking to the corridor. I notice Gloria. She signals to me to pick up the phone. It’s the phone landline.
“Okay. Think about it. Sleep on it. You’re not pressured to do anything. And you do whatever you think it’s best for you. But I just need to give you my opinion because I can’t witness this any longer and do nothing about it.”
She pulls out of the chair, running her hand over her skirt.
“And keep our conversation private. It’s in your best interest. It doesn’t affect me if you reveal the source, but it may make your life miserable for nothing.”
“Thank you.”
With that, she leaves the room.
Gloria waits for her to step out before closing the door and walking away too.
The woman truly reads my mind.
I tip my gaze to the blinking red light, pick up the receiver and press the line button.
“Kai Walker speaking.”
“Hi. It’s me,” Grayson says.
“Hey. Any news?”
“Tons of news.”
I swivel around in my chair, so I face the floor-to-ceiling windows
Manhattan is gray, a milky light and wisps of fog clinging to the skyscrapers. Flurries of snow spin in the air before coating the sidewalks.
“I’m listening,” I say quietly, paced.
“I’ve got your man. The third man. Andrew Bach. Polish parents, Eva and Michael. He was born in the United States. Lived in New Jersey his whole life. Ridgewood, New Jersey.”
My pulse races.
“Lived?”
“Yes, lived. The man died in an apparent suicide.”
“Okay.”
“Here’s the kicker. He died the same year Major Wilson died. Like a couple of months apart. The three of them were best friends in the military academy.”
“And that was like… Almost two decades before the two men died.”
“Precisely.”
“What did Andrew do?”
He sighs.
“Well. He didn’t pursue a military career as expected. After a few years in the military, he started a career in the private sector. He tried different things and eventually became an accountant. He started his own business and was pretty successful. Booked solid. No fiscal problems. He wasn’t married, had no family of his own, and he was doing all right. He had a house, two cars, no debt.”
“Knock me over with a feather. A successful accountant with no money problems decided to end his life. Any drug problems?”
“No. No medical issues. No history of mental problems. He drank socially, which was rare. The man hadn’t frequented the bars, routinely jogged, and didn’t have alcohol in the house. He left a suicide note, though.”
