Chapter 4

It was from Tanya. Sent at 3:12 a.m.

Tanya wrote: [Lucas, we need to talk.]

I stared at those five words, my thumb hovering over the screen for three seconds.

Then I locked the screen and set my phone face down on the table.

There's nothing left to say.

*****

At 8:30 on Monday morning, I walked into Grandwell Tower.

The entire forty-two-story tower belonged to me.

The receptionists greeted me in unison, "Good morning, Mr. Grant."

I nodded and stepped into the private elevator.

Tom was the only one inside. He wore a navy suit, three folders tucked under…