Chapter 4

A grocer called Rourke's . The name surfaced at 3 a.m., the way water closes over your head.

Last life, that grocer went local one autumn. Dropped its wholesalers. Signed one small supplier. Made a nobody rich.

I missed it. I'd been at my father's elbow that week. Signing.

Not this time.

There was a meeting on Jack's calendar. He'd bragged about it once, years back, in a story he told against himself without noticing. Rourke's. A Harrington on his arm to watch him win.

He wanted witnesses.

Fine. I'd get to the room first.

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Tegan turned the mixing…