After I hung up, I called Vivienne and asked her to meet us in the morning with retrieval paperwork, security authorization, and every document related to Harbor Meridian Holdings’ controlling interest in Intrepid Tech, because if I was done hiding, I intended to be thoroughly done.
Then I ordered another glass of wine and sat by the window until two in the morning, watching the lights on the water and thinking about Grandpa.
About how he would have hated the hotel and appreciated the sheets.
About how he once told me, after my father mocked a man at church for wearing work clothes on a Sunday, that character reveals itself fastest in what a person thinks makes somebody lesser.
About how he said, “Don’t ever confuse money with permission. Men like your father do that because they’re weak.”
About the envelope in the cedar chest with my name on it.
At nine-thirty Helena arrived in the Bugatti.
She drove herself because, as she said while handing the keys to a valet downstairs, “If I let a chauffeur have this much fun, I’m wasting a rare morning.”