CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO
FAMILY DINNER
REED’S POV
She has barely been at work all week, and I have not seen her since the engagement night, which feels less like a celebration and more like the opening scene of a tragedy I cannot stop replaying in my head. Every time I walk past her office and see the lights off, I feel an ache that is equal parts worry and frustration, because I know she is not absent out of indifference but out of captivity dressed as choice. It almost makes me want to grab a gun, march to wherever Saul is and just put a bullet through his brain.
The only thing that has kept me from driving to Saul’s mansion and doing something reckless is the call I received three days ago from an FBI contact I have maintained since that corporate fraud case two years back. He listened car
