Richard's POV
I ended the call with Melissa and set my phone down on the desk, staring at it with growing irritation.
The stupid f*****g b***h was panicking. I could hear it in her voice, in the way she'd demanded reassurance, in how quickly she'd called me the moment Blake did anything even remotely suspicious.
Panicked people were dangerous. Panicked people made mistakes, and mistakes left trails.
I leaned back in my chair, fingers drumming against the armrest as I thought through the situation. Melissa had been useful, extremely useful. She'd given me access to Blake's business dealings, his vulnerabilities. She'd made it possible to set up the Nakamura situation in the first place.
But useful didn't mean irreplaceable.
And it certainly didn't mean trustworthy.
She actually belie
