Novels by DiellaNoir

Dee's one-hour call with Ren's lawyers lasted two and a half hours.I knew because Claire tracked it and updated me at the ninety-minute mark with a note that said "still going," and at the two-hour mark with a note that said "Theo looks like he is enjoying himself," which told me more about the call than any summary would have.When it ended, Dee came to my office, sat down, and looked at the ceiling for a moment, which he did when he needed to decompress before he could talk properly.I waited."Ren's lawyers are thorough," he said finally."That is good," I said."It is also exhausting," he said."Also good," I said. "Thorough lawyers mean a thorough document. A thorough document means fewer problems later."He looked at me."You sound like Adaeze," he said."Adaeze is correct about most things," I said.He almost smiled."The framework is solid," he said. "Two weeks for Theo's full assessment. Then the document goes to both legal teams simultaneously." He paused. "Ren has agreed t

I told her on Wednesday morning.Not in my office. In hers.That was deliberate. I had thought about it the night before and decided that going to her space rather than bringing her to mine was the right shape for this conversation. It was her space, and she had earned it, and what I was about to tell her deserved to happen somewhere she felt settled.I knocked.She looked up from her desk, and the document expression shifted into something that knew this was not a routine visit."Close the door," she said.I closed it and sat across from her, and she put her pen down, folded her hands on the desk, and waited."I owe you a proper conversation," I said. "Not the corridor version.""The corridor version was enough for me," she said."It was not enough for me," I said.She looked at me steadily.I told her.Not everything. The shape of it. A woman who had lost something enormous and had gone away and come back different and had built something real in the process. A pregnancy that was wa

I made jollof rice.Not because I had planned it. Because I stood in the kitchen at five thirty looking at what was in the cupboards and my hands made the decision before my head did. The tomatoes, the peppers, the stock, the particular smell of it hitting the pan that was so specific and so deep in me that I stood over it for a moment just breathing it in.I had not made it since before everything.The last time I had made it I had been in a different kitchen in a different life and I had made it for Damian on a Sunday when he came home tired and I had thought cooking for someone was the same as being loved by them.I knew better now.I cooked and the kitchen filled with the smell of it and the city outside went dark with the evening and at six fifty five I heard the front door.Dee came into the kitchen and stopped.He stood in the doorway and looked at the stove and looked at me and something moved across his face that was not about the food."You made jollof," he said."Sit down,"

The lawyers received the audit on Thursday.A firm Dee had used for years, three partners, all of them the kind of people who had seen enough that nothing surprised them anymore and who understood that the work they were receiving required discretion above everything else.They called Friday morning to confirm receipt.I took the call myself.The senior partner, a woman named Adaeze who spoke in complete sentences and never wasted one, said she had read the first twenty pages and would have an initial assessment by the following Wednesday."The storage yard documentation," she said. "That is the most significant piece.""Yes," I said."The chain of causation is clear," she said. "Information moved. A location was identified. An action was taken at that location." She paused. "Whether the person who moved the information can be held responsible for the action taken with it is a legal question with a reasonable answer.""What is the answer?" I said."Give me until Wednesday," she said.

Theo called at eleven that night.Dee was on the sofa with his phone already in his hand when it rang and I was beside him with my legs folded under me and a book I had stopped reading twenty minutes earlier and we both knew the call was coming so neither of us startled when it did.Dee put it on speaker."Talk to me," he said.Theo's voice came through even and careful the way it always was when he had something significant to say and was choosing the order of it deliberately."The Carrow overlap," he said. "I have been through everything from the past four months and cross referenced it against what we know about how Carrow's people operated." A pause. "There is overlap."The room was very quiet."How much?" Dee said."Enough," Theo said. "The convoy pattern that put Iris on the side street the day of the storage yard. That pattern was in the information that moved." Another pause. "It moved six days before the storage yard."I sat very still.Dee's jaw tightened.I watched it tight

The inside source was handled at four thirty.I was not in the room when it happened.That was Dee's call and I respected it. Some things needed to be handled by the person who had built the organisation and knew every person inside it and understood what it meant when someone you had trusted chose a different direction.I stayed in my office.I worked through the last hour of the day and I did not think about the room down the hall and what was happening inside it and I let Dee carry that part because it was his to carry.At four fifty eight he came to my office.He closed the door and sat across from me and looked at the desk for a moment."Done," he said."How did they take it?" I said.He was quiet for a second."Quietly," he said. "Which was worse than if they had been loud about it."I looked at him."Was there an explanation?" I said."There is always an explanation," he said. "Whether the explanation is the truth is a different question." He looked up. "Money. The oldest reaso