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During the entire conversation, Grant looked like a deer caught in the headlights.
Franklin said, “Are you going for an early lunch?”
“No,” Grant said quickly. “I’m walking Regan to the elevator.”
“I won’t keep you. And I will have Isabelle call, Regan.” Franklin squeezed her forearm and walked away.
Grant silently walked Regan down the long corridor to the lobby and the elevator bank.
She turned to Grant and asked again, “What is going on?”
“I can’t talk about it here.”
“Tommy is dead,” she said quietly, even though no one else was around. “He was investigating Chase’s murder. I’ve been putting some of the pieces together, and it’s suggesting that Adam Hannigan was hired to kill Chase—or you. And, Grant—I know Tommy talked to you multiple times. Youmetwith him.”
“Shh.”He closed his eyes, shook his head.
“Talk to me, Grant.”
He whispered, “Everything we believed was a lie.”
“What?”
“EverythingIbelieved was a lie.” Grant looked like a man tortured by demons he couldn’t see or control. His office was bugged. He was working with Tommy, and now Tommy was dead. Was Grant in danger, or did he think he was?
“I’m busy, Regan,” he said flatly as the law office door opened.
Jeff appeared. “Grant, Mr. Montebello is holding for your 9:00 a.m. Zoom conference. Do you want me to reschedule?”
“No,” Grant said. “Apologize for my tardiness. I’ll be right there.”
“Of course.” Jeff turned and walked back into the office.
“Tonight, your place,” she said.
He nodded. “Seven.”
“You’d better be there, Grant.”
The elevator opened and two men exited. One looked familiar to Regan, but she didn’t immediately place him. She was too preoccupied with Grant’s strange behavior.
“Mr. Warwick,” one of the men said with a smile. This man was sharply dressed—tailored gray suit, crisp white shirt, burgundy pocket square. Cuff links winked with a lone diamond in each and the monogram JS. He was in his fifties and tan, as if he’d just returned from a trip to a tropical island—or spent some time under a tanning lamp. “Are you joining us?”
Grant stuttered, “Uh—no—um—I don’t have a meeting on my schedule. Did it get missed?”
“I wasn’t expecting you to, but it’s always good to have your input. Grant, this is our new in-house counsel, Anthony Vance.”
“Good to meet you Mr. Warwick.”
The two men shook hands.
JS turned to Regan. “Mrs. Warwick?” He smiled. “It is so good to see you again. I didn’t know you were back—Grant, didn’t you tell me your wife moved?”
“Ex-wife,” Grant said automatically.
“We’ve met,” Regan said, extending her hand. “I’m sorry I don’t remember—”
JS took her hand, shook it warmly with both of his hands. “It was several years ago, at the Godwin Group’s charity ball for pediatric cancer research. My company bought a table. James Seidel.”
