That part was almost certainly false.
Graham looked at Samuel.
Samuel’s face changed.
Just slightly.
Suspicion.
It was enough.
“You said the girl had no proof,” Graham snapped.
“She doesn’t.”
“Her husband just said—”
“He is buying time.”
“And you’re willing to risk my life on that?”
Samuel’s voice sharpened. “Keep the weapon on Claire.”
Evelyn stepped forward.
“Graham, Samuel will kill you when this is over.”
“He’s had seventeen years.”
“Because I held evidence. Now Rosie has it. He no longer needs you.”
Samuel reached inside his coat.
Graham turned.
The gun beneath my chin shifted.
