Where a moment before she had been triumphantly sure of herself, inclined to engage in banter, she was now in a panic of desperation. Chapter 6 The notebook Devine was using was full of scribbles, notes, and thought balloons that had resulted in calculations, lists of entities, dollar and foreign-currency amounts, along with dates of transactions and other data. And lots and lots of question marks. The firm had had an all-hands-on-deck meeting at nine oclock in the largest conference room. Surprisingly, Brad Cowl didnt speak. He wasnt even there. Neither did the mysterious Anne Comely pop out of a cake and give her two cents’ worth to the troops. Instead, one of the top executives provided scant information about the crime. By Because he gave me a look that I cant explain. I mean, why would the guy even know who I am? Whatd he say? Corsing asked. I expect so. We left Paris earlier today. He killed somebody there, but I cant figure out how he could possibly beat us to Dark Harbor. He opened the one door at the end of the corridor, just beyond the single bathroom. He closed it behind him and looked at the man seated on the far side of the small table in the room, which seemed instantly claustrophobic from where Devine was standing. And what did you find, if anything? Did you bring any charges against her? Trixie seemed to think something was wrong. Stone stroked her head, calming her.Trixie knows him better than you do, he said to Frances. But thats not all he does? Ive already texted Campbell. Hes on it. This is Dr. John Wyman. You called my office seeking information on Sara Ewes?.