“And you’d rather be married to your wife than your work. I can’t blame you there,” she added.
“You would have, once,” he replied.
Ria shrugged, getting to her feet. “Now I just envy you, sometimes,” Ria said.
She walked to the window to stare out over the Valley. The sunset light painted the scene before her in tones of fire and gold, the light bouncing off the inversion layer that hung over the metroplex. She’d told him the truth. She received truth in return.
“There’s something you’ll want to know,” he said, and something in his voice kept her from turning back, kept her gazing out over the city. Her unacknowledged kingdom, bought with blood.
“Eric Banyon’s surfaced. I waited until I had definite word from the PI I hired for you that it was the same Eric Banyon you wanted, but there’s no doubt. He’s in New York, enrolled at Juilliard. After all this time, the Feds aren’t looking for him any more; I checked that too. I suppose he figured that.”
Eric! She forced herself to relax, and when she spoke her voice was even, neutral. “And?”
“No sign of his friends. He’s there alone.”
Jonathan, her trusted champion, knowing