“Vance,” I said.
“Martha,” the voice on the other end was urgent. “It’s the Hartford office. We’ve flagged a series of transactions coming out of the Governor’s charity fund. It looks like the same pattern the Thornes used. And the Governor… well, he just made a very public scene insulting a cleaning lady at the capital.”
I looked at Lily. I looked at the peaceful ocean. Then, I looked at my cardigan hanging on the back of the chair.
“Give me ten minutes,” I said. “And send me the file.”
I hung up and stood, stretching my aching joints. The “retired” life would have to wait. There was a fresh scent of garbage in the air, and I still had my microfiber cloth.
“Lily, I have to run an errand,” I said, kissing her forehead.
“A ‘baking’ errand?” she asked with a wink.
“Exactly,” I replied, grabbing my keys. “Someone else thinks they’re invisible. It’s time I showed them exactly how much I can see.”
THE END
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