Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Day I Walked Again Was The Day I Lost My Husband : Kabanata 131 - Kabanata 140

"What do you mean, somebody is running him."Damien pulled the car out of the Carlyle's drive and into traffic and did not look at me while he waited for the answer."A message came in on his phone while we were sitting there. He turned it face down. I saw the preview before his hand covered it. No name on the sender. Just a number. Four words. *She trusts you again.*"Damien's hands did not move on the wheel."That is not a message a man sends himself," I said. "That is a message a handler sends an asset. Somebody is watching how much I trust Sebastian and wanted him to know I had walked back into that lounge a second time. Which means somebody knew I had walked back in, in the last twenty minutes, in real time.""He could have sent that message to himself. To play you.""He could have. If he wanted me to see it, he would not have turned the phone over. The whole point of a planted clue is that you find it. He hid it. He hid it badly, but he hid it, which means it was real."Damien w

Marcus did not answer. He was still looking at the page.“I did not authorize that Marcus.”"I know.""I have not opened that account in eleven years except to move my own money between it and the trust for the boys. I have never in my life authorized a transfer to a shell subsidiary from it. I have never authorized a transfer to anything from it that was not a check to a school or a doctor.""I know, Evelyn.""Then how."He did not answer.Noelle had already picked up the second sheet and was reading it upside down from the other side of the island. She turned it right side up and pulled it toward her."How is the signature validated at the bank.""It is not validated at the bank. It never touches the bank." Marcus set his pen down flat. "The bank receives an instruction that carries a cryptographic signature. Their side confirms the signature is authentic and processes the transfer. There is no teller. There is no phone call. The whole thing takes eleven seconds.""So the signature

"No."Harold flinched."Evelyn.""No, Harold. Not him.""I am telling you what I was told.""You are telling me what somebody wanted you to tell me the first time somebody in this house squeezed you."Noelle stepped between us before I could take another step toward the chair."Ev.""He is lying.""He may be. He may not be. Sit down.""I am not sitting down in this apartment.""Then stand. But stop talking for one minute."I stopped talking.Harold did not lift his head. He had his hands folded between his knees like a child waiting to be told what he had broken.Noelle crouched in front of him."Harold. When was the first time you heard that name from the man running you.""Three weeks ago.""In what context.""He told me a storm was coming. He said the storm would look like it was coming from Damien Cross. He said if she asks who, that is the name you give her.""So you were told to say it.""Yes.""And you believe it anyway."Harold hesitated."I believe the man who told me knows m

The room did not tilt.I did.I put my palm flat on the desk and made my voice come out of my chest instead of my throat."How did he move.""Two calls. Both to shell brokers he has used before. He is trying to short the parcel through a proxy. He put a hold on the ninety day window. The specific window, Evelyn. Not a rounded one.""So it came out of Damien's mouth or Damien's device.""Or out of somebody standing next to Damien between the moment you told him and the moment Adrian dialed.""How long between those moments.""Fourteen hours."I sat down."Get me the shadow team on a phone that is not in this building. Send Damien to the small office. Do not tell him why."Marcus left.Noelle came in through the door he had left open."Ev.""Do not.""I did not come in to say I told you.""I know.""I came in to ask what you need me to be right now. Your lawyer or your friend.""My lawyer. For an hour. Then my friend."She sat.Damien came up eleven minutes later.He walked in and looke

The elevator did not ping again.Two uniformed officers walked into the small office behind Ramirez without knocking. They were young. They had the tight jaws of men who had been briefed in the elevator on what kind of arrest they were about to make and told to keep their hands where the cameras could see them.Damien stood up before either of them spoke to him.He did not look at me. He looked at Ramirez."You said not today.""My captain called between the parking lot and the lobby. There is nothing I can do about it.""Ramirez.""I am sorry, Mr. Cross."Damien held out his wrists.I made myself sit still. I made myself keep my mouth closed. I made myself not stand up and not move around the desk and not put my hand on his sleeve, because I knew that any one of those things done in front of two officers with body cameras and a captain waiting for a photograph would be on a screen inside a newsroom before Damien reached the elevator.The younger officer read him his rights.Damien sa