yet as I looked again at the bundle of letters waiting inside my coat pocket, one question refused to leave me.
Someone had made sure Cassandra believed I knew.
Someone had known enough about my life, my company, and my habits to make the lie believable.
And for the first time, I wondered whether the distance between Cassandra and me had been caused by more than ambition.
PART 3
I did not call my attorneys.
That surprised everyone.
Especially Martin.
When I told him about the anonymous phone call later
