Christine’s POV
My grip tightened on the steering wheel as I stared across the street, my heart thudding in my chest. Francis, laughing and gesturing, was still standing among the group of men I didn’t recognize.
Who the hell were these people? I squinted, trying to make sense of it, but the more I watched, the more uneasy I felt.
Pushing off the thought, I shook my head, forcing myself to pull away from the curb. I drove toward Harrington, my mind racing as Zane’s words echoed again, that smug drawl of his. About Francis and Jasmine are up to something shady. I’d brushed it off at first, but now? Now I wasn’t so sure. I needed answers, and I wasn’t going to wait for them to fall into my lap.
By the time I reached Harrington’s sleek glass building, my resolve had hardened. I strode through the lobby, and headed straight for my office. Linda was at her desk, typing furiously. She looked up as I approached, her glasses slipping slightly down her nose.
“Linda,” I said, keeping my voice
