PART 2
Julian Blackwood stared at the phone as though it had turned into a live thing in his hand.
Attorney Sarah Collins.
The name was familiar, though not intimately. Everyone in their circle knew Sarah. She was the kind of lawyer wealthy men respected and feared in equal measure—a woman with silver-blond hair, a voice like poured ice, and a reputation for destroying powerful husbands before they could finish pretending to be innocent.
Julian had once joked at a charity dinner that Sarah Collins was “the woman you hired when you wanted to make a divorce look like an execution.”
I remembered the laugh he gave afterward.
I remembered how his fingers had tightened around my waist when he said it, as if I were furniture he owned.
Now she was calling him.
Julian answered on the fourth ring.
“Mr. Blackwood,” Sarah said. “I assume you’re home.”
His eyes moved to the envelope on the desk. “Where is my wife?”
There was a small pause.
“Your wife,” Sarah replied, “has asked that all communication go through counsel from this point forward.”
Julian gave a short, humorless laugh. “This is absurd.”
“No, Mr. Blackwood. What’s absurd is that you left your wife and child on Christmas Eve to spend the holiday with your employee in Aspen, then returned to a house you believed would still obey you.”
His face hardened.
“She’s poisoned you with lies.”
“Careful,” Sarah said softly. “Every word you say is being documented.”
Julian looked toward the hallway, toward the cold, empty rooms of the house. “Where is Harrison?”
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