Claire stared at me.
“Who are you?”
That question hurt in a different way.
“My name is Cole.”
“I mean—”
“I know what you mean.”
Sirens sounded outside.
Derek looked toward the entrance.
His expression changed instantly.
Police?
No.
Two black SUVs pulled into the parking lot, followed by an unmarked sedan.
Three men and two women entered.
Claire moved toward me.
“What did you do?”
“Nothing yet.”
Rebecca came through the doors wearing a charcoal blazer.
She looked exactly as I remembered.
Short blond hair.
Sharp eyes.
No patience.
Beside her walked a man carrying a leather document case.
Rebecca looked at Derek.
Then at
Claire.
“Well,” she said, “this is considerably more embarrassing than I expected.”
Derek struggled to stand.
“Who the hell are you?”
