Chapter Fourteen
The press office in the palace was moving faster than I’d ever seen it. Along with the coterie of lawyers the palace had on hand, everyone was working tirelessly to stop Connor Gallagher from making good on his threats.
Despite his threats, there wasn’t enough to arrest him, considering he didn’t threaten my life or anyone else’s. Threatening to release information, or photos that we had no proof he’d taken, wasn’t enough for the police. And he hadn’t trespassed on palace grounds when he’d been admitted after demanding to see me.
And where was Connor Gallagher, while not lurking about the palace? No one knew. He was a slippery figure, to say the least. We had private detectives searching Saint Henri, trying to find anyone who’d seen an Irishman of middling height and bu
