"My wife's probably too worn out to sleep right about now."
"I'll head back and give her a nice little surprise."
Outside the parlor, the predawn air carried a faint chill.
"Grandson, beautifully done! Your fortune is blazing now. Those three bastards will have blood on their hands within a week!"
Great-Grandpa roared with laughter.
I pulled my jacket tighter and spoke through gritted teeth. "So what do I do about Beverly? Do I go home and catch her in the act?"
"Catch her doing what? That little weasel pulled his pants up and slipped out the fire escape half an hour ago!"
Great-Grandpa's tone went cold.
"That woman is poison, and she's smarter than you think. If you go home and make a scene now, all she has to do is deny everything, flip it around on you for gambling all night, and use that as grounds to file for divorce. You'd walk away with nothing."
"Why do you think she had Caspar and the others keep you pinned down tonight? Because she just finished moving two million dollars out of your company account this evening!"
I'd just started the engine. The moment those words landed, my foot slammed the brake. A vein pulsed at my temple.