He looked like a man praying I would lie.
“Nothing.”
The woman studied me.
“Christopher.”
“It’s fine.”
“No, it isn’t.”
Gavin suddenly stepped forward.
“Mrs. Halston, I think perhaps this is better discussed privately.”
Mrs. Halston.
The name hit me.
I stared at the woman.
Then at the logo on one of the folders.
HALSTON CAPITAL.
My eyes moved back to her.
“You’re Eleanor Halston?”
She smiled.
“You know the name.”
Everyone knew the name.
Eleanor Halston had founded Halston Industrial with her husband nearly forty years earlier.
After his d/e/@/th, she transformed the company into an investment empire.
She appeared on magazine covers.
Spoke at universities.
Owned stakes in companies worth billions.
I had simply never connected that woman with the person lying on gravel beside Route 18.
“I didn’t recognize you.”
“Good.”
I blinked.
“Good?”
“That means what you did wasn’t influenced by who I am.”
