The rain drummed against the library windows, a relentless, frantic thud that matched the pounding in Richard’s temples. It rarely rained in February. On the desk lay a brown folder, hand-delivered by Victor an hour ago.
Richard flipped through the glossy photos. His jaw tightened so hard he felt the bone might crack.
"Explain these," Richard commanded, his voice a jagged edge of ice.
Victor, standing in the shadows of the bookshelves, adjusted his tie. "You asked for leverage, Sir. So. I went back to day one. The wedding morning."
For the purpose of satisfying arecent curiousity, he had asked victor to get footages from Chase’s wedding, to enable him find more of her friends and relatives that may have attended the wedding, he needed to know her family, but what he would discover abo
