HE GAVE MY PLACE TO HIS MISTRESS. OUR SON GAVE ME THE COMPANY

was crossed.

Graham knew part of the trust structure.

Not all of it.

But enough to understand Owen’s championship mattered.

“Where are you?” I asked.

“At the Carlyle.”

“With Graham?”

“He left an hour ago.”

“For where?”

“I don’t know.”

“Then leave.”

“I can’t.”

“Because he took my phone.”

“You are calling me.”

“This is the hotel phone.”

I stood.

“Go to the lobby.”

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