LOGINJULIANA call came at eight thirty that evening, my phone sitting on the conference room table, unknown number, everyone in the room saw it at the same time.Cole moved immediately. "Let it ring twice before you answer," she instructed, her team already moving to trace equipment. "Keep them talking as long as possible."I picked it up after the second ring. "Cross," I said.The voice that came back was distorted, electronic and deliberately unrecognizable. "Mr. Cross," it said. "I trust you've been having a difficult evening."My hand tightened on the phone. Blake was watching my face from across the table.David had gone completely still. "Where is my wife," I said, it was not a question, it was a demand."She's comfortable," the voice replied. "For now.""Let me speak to her," I said."That's not how this works," the voice replied. "Here's how this works. You listen. I talk, and then you decide whether your wife comes home."I said nothing. "The acquisition," the voice continued. "T
JULIANI was in a board meeting when my phone vibrated. Marcus. I silenced it and kept my attention on Thomas Greene, who was walking through expansion projections for the next quarter.It vibrated again immediately. Marcus never called twice in quick succession.."Excuse me," I said, standing.Thomas paused mid-sentence. I was already walking toward the door.I answered in the hallway. "Marcus," I said.The sound that came back stopped me completely. Labored breathing, like someone trying to speak through pain. "Marcus," I said again, sharper. "Talk to me.""Mr. Cross." His voice was barely there, thin and broken at the edges. "They took her."The words didn't make sense for exactly one second, then they made complete sense."Where are you?" I asked, and my voice came out steadier than anything else inside me."Dumbo," Marcus replied, each word an effort. "The street outside the third property. I tried to stop them, there were two of them. I couldn't...""Stop talking," I said. "Are y
CLAIREThree weeks after the fire, things were moving again, the temporary space at Cross Industries was operational, my team had settled in surprisingly quickly.Nina had organized everything with her usual efficiency. It wasn't perfect but it was working.The insurance assessor had completed his visit, the claim was progressing, and I was looking at new facilities, permanent ones.The kind that would make the old Sunset Park space look like a starting point rather than a destination.Marcus picked me up at nine on a Tuesday morning. "Three locations today," I told him, getting into the car with my folder of property details."I know," Marcus replied. "Nina sent me the addresses last night."I smiled slightly. Nina had already briefed my driver before I'd even thought to.The first location was in Red Hook, a converted warehouse with high ceilings and good bones. I walked through it with the property agent, a young woman named Amy who spoke quickly and pointed at everything with enth
CLAIRENina came over on Saturday afternoon. I'd called her after the insurance company and before the boutique owners, she arrived with Maria, which I hadn't expected but was grateful for.Julian let them in and quietly disappeared to his study, giving us space. Nina sat across from me at the dining table with her laptop open.Maria sat beside her, both of them with coffee cups and the particular focus of people who'd decided grief wasn't going to win today. "Insurance first," Nina said. "Walk me through what you told them.""I filed the initial claim this morning," I replied. "They're sending an assessor to the site Monday. The policy covers fire damage including arson.""Good," Nina said, typing. "What's the estimated timeline for payout?""They said six to eight weeks for initial assessment," I replied. "Full settlement could take longer depending on the investigation.""Six to eight weeks," Maria repeated. "That's a long time.""It is," I agreed. "Which is why we need a temporary
JULIAN I called David from the car on the way back to our house. Claire was beside me, looking out the window, she'd stopped crying but her face still carried the aftermath of it, the redness around her eyes. I kept my voice low when David answered. "Claire's facility was burned down last night," I said. "Arson. It was confirmed this morning."There was a pause on the other end. "Are you serious?" David asked."Completely," I replied."Adrian," David said immediately."That's what I think," I confirmed. "But I have nothing yet, no proof, just timing and instinct.""Have the police been notified?" David asked."There's already an investigator on scene," I replied. "Detective Sarah Cole. I need you to call her and offer our cooperation. Tell her we have a potential suspect.""I'll call her this morning," David confirmed. "What are you going to do?""Find proof," I said simply.After we got home and Claire went to make her insurance calls, I went to my study and called Adrian's n
CLAIREWe stayed until almost four in the morning, until the last of the active flames were out and the building was just a dark wet shell of itself under the streetlights.Marcus drove us home in silence. I sat in the back with Julian, my head against his shoulder, neither of us talking.I don't remember getting into bed. I just remember waking up at six with the smell of smoke still in my hair and Julian already awake beside me. "You didn't sleep," I said."Neither did you really," he replied.I sat up and looked at my phone, twelve missed calls. Nina, Maria, Patricia and several numbers I didn't immediately recognize. "I need to go back," I said."I know," Julian replied. "I'll come with you."We were back there by seven thirty, the street looked different in daylight, less dramatic than the night before.The building stood in the morning light completely hollowed out, the windows gone, walls darkened with soot and water damage.The front section had collapsed partially inward over
CLAIREI nodded, but my hands wouldn't stop shaking and my chest felt tight, like someone had wrapped a band around my ribs and was pulling it tighter with every breath I took.Julian must have noticed because his expression shifted slightly, the cold calculation softening into something that almos
CLAIREPain. That was the first thing I felt when I woke up. Not the sharp, tearing pain from before. This was different, like my entire body had been put through a grinder.I tried to open my eyes, but my eyelids felt like they weighed a hundred pounds, voices drifted around me. Soft and distant.
CLAIRE The hospital room was white, everything was white. I stared at the ceiling, my hand resting on my flat stomach. The door opened. I didn't turn my head. Didn't care who it was."Miss Whitmore?"A woman's voice, calm and gentle.I finally looked. A doctor stood at the foot of my bed, clipboar
CLAIREI was back at the motel, sitting on the bathroom floor with my knees pulled to my chest, when my phone rang... Dad.My heart leaped. Finally, someone who might listen, someone who would believe me.I grabbed the phone with shaking hands. "Dad? Dad, please, I need...""Come to the house." His







