Rachel turned toward me.
I did not look away.
Marcus tightened his grip on the g/u/n.
“You two know each other?”
Daniel pulled out the chair beside mine and sat.
“Mrs. Whitmore hired me six weeks ago.”
Rachel stared at us.
“No.”
“Yes,” I said.
Daniel had once been married to Rachel, but their marriage had not ended because he moved overseas.
It ended because he discovered that Rachel had been stealing from the company.
At the time, he lacked proof. Rachel threatened to ruin his career if he spoke, and Daniel disappeared from her life.
When the missing money surfaced months later, I found him.
And together, we built a trap.
The false rumors about my declining health.
The suggestion that I intended to sell the company.
The documents left where Rachel could find them.
Even the story about the disabled security system.
Every detail had been placed before her.
