the name.
Mara Voss.
It sounded familiar.
Then I remembered.
Mara had worked with Selina years earlier.
She was also the woman who had recently left Rowan three messages he never returned while I was in the hospital.
“You said this agreement was signed seven months ago?”
“Yes.”
“And the company’s financing collapsed in January?”
“Yes.”
“So why did this witness call Rowan three times last week?”
I stared at the name.
“Maybe it wasn’t about the guarantee.”
Dad nodded.
“Maybe.”
The next morning, I searched my professional contacts.
Mara
