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Chapter 18: The Real Target
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The Day I Walked Again Was The Day I Lost My Husband Book 2, Chapter 45: Enemy Alliance
I did not sleep.I sat at the desk with the seventh photograph in front of me until three in the morning, and then I unlocked the study, and I walked down the hall to the room at the end of the house that had been my grandmother's sewing room and was now the room Damien had been given the afternoon of his release.The door was open.He was awake.He was sitting on the edge of the bed in the shirt he had worn out of the courthouse, and his shoes were on his feet, and there was a book open face down on the nightstand that he had not been reading, because a man does not read a book at three in the morning six days out of a cell.He looked up when I came in."He called.""He called.""When.""Eleven forty seven.""What did he give you.""A sentence about London and a sentence about Voss and a wire. He asked for seventy two hours. I gave them. If any of it is a lie the alliance ends inside an hour."Damien did not answer for a moment.Then he said, "Evelyn. You are not going to speak to hi
The Day I Walked Again Was The Day I Lost My Husband Book 2, Chapter 44: Adrian's Game
I did not touch the photograph.Vanessa was still holding it out with both hands. The light on the porch was flat November light, and the date stamp in the corner of the print was the week I had been in a hospital bed with a specialist telling my grandfather I would not walk again.I did not touch it because I did not trust my hands.I stood up."Get off my porch.""Evelyn.""Get off my porch, Vanessa. Get into your car and get off my property, and do not come back to this house tomorrow. Do not come back next week. Do not come back after Voss is in a cell and after every face in that photograph is behind glass. You do not come back. You have said your one sentence in my grandmother's chair. That is the last sentence you will ever say to me sitting down."She did not move."I brought you the photograph.""I know what you brought me.""I came here alone.""I know, Vanessa. I know you came alone. I know you took a plea. I know you served fourteen months. I know a woman in a laundry room
The Day I Walked Again Was The Day I Lost My Husband Book 2, Chapter 43: Vanessa Returns
Vanessa came up the drive at four eleven that afternoon.She came alone.She came in a car I did not recognize, which she parked at the bend where Elias had drawn six marks in the last four days, and she did not use the gate at the top of the drive because the gate at the top of the drive had a camera on it and Vanessa had wanted the two men on the door to see her walking up on foot before they saw the car she had left behind.She was carrying a leather envelope under one arm.She was thinner than she had been the day of the board meeting.Not much. Enough that I saw it from the porch.The suit she was wearing was one I remembered from a summer four years ago, back when I had still been buying her suits, and it did not fit her the way it used to fit her. The shoulders were loose. The waist was loose. Her hair was pulled back the way she pulled it back when she had not slept, which was a thing I had not seen on her since we were nineteen.She did not smile.That was the thing that told
The Day I Walked Again Was The Day I Lost My Husband Book 2, Chapter 42: Sophia at the Gate
Elias was waiting for me at the top of the drive when I got back to the country house.He had a piece of graph paper in his hand.He was five years old and he had a piece of graph paper folded twice in his hand and his coat was zipped to the top and his hood was down, and he was standing on the gravel exactly where he had been standing on Tuesday, which was one square west of the corner of the porch and three squares north of the boxwood, because Elias had been standing in the same spot on the gravel for four days and he had been counting a car.I got out of the wagon."Elias.""Mommy.""Show me."He unfolded the graph paper.The graph paper had six days on it.Six columns. Down the left side of the page he had written the hours in a five year old's careful print, from seven in the morning to five in the afternoon. Across the top he had written the days. Under each hour he had put a small mark for every time he had seen the car, and the marks were not evenly spaced, and the marks were
The Day I Walked Again Was The Day I Lost My Husband Book 2, Chapter 41: The Real Architect
Leonard did not speak the name that night.He asked for the night and I gave it to him and he took it, and none of us slept, and at seven in the morning he came down the stairs in the suit he wore for board meetings and not the one he wore for breakfast, and he walked into the study where the four of us had never left, and he sat down behind the desk his father had left him, and he put his hands on the leather one more time.Then he said it."Graham Voss."Nobody moved."His name is Graham Voss. He was my partner from the third year of the company to the eighth. He is seventy three years old this March. He has been living out of a house in the hills above Lake Como for eleven of the last fifteen years, and out of an apartment on a street in Zurich for the other four, and the address the apartment is billed to is the same building Marcus put on the screen last night."Marcus already had the laptop open."Sir.""Pull everything."Marcus pulled everything.He pulled it in the order a man
The Day I Walked Again Was The Day I Lost My Husband Book 2, Chapter 40: Leonard's Past
"Grandpa."He did not answer."Grandpa. Tell me."Leonard looked at Marcus."Marcus. Close the laptop."Marcus closed it."Noelle.""Yes, sir.""Sit down."She sat."Damien.""Yes, sir.""You stay where you are."Damien stayed.Leonard put his hands flat on the leather of the desk one more time and he looked at them for a long minute, and I did not press him, because a woman who has spent three years in a chair knows how long a minute is worth to a man who is about to open a door he has been leaning against for forty years.Then he began."I was twenty seven when I started the company that became Hart Global. I was not alone. I had a partner. The partner had put in as much money as I had. He had put in more, in some months. He was older than me by seven years. He was smarter than me by ten. He was the kind of man who could look at a page of numbers and see the shape of the room the numbers were sitting in, and I was the kind of man who could look at the same page and see the door out
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