Rachel's POV
The penthouse was quiet after he left so I lay in his bed for another twenty minutes and then I got up.
I started with the watches.
The case was on the dresser where he'd left it open the night before. I went through each one, six pieces, all significant, he had built his collection over the years. I know how much he loved his watches. I turned each one over and checked the back and set it down and moved to the next.
I got to the last one and set the case aside.
A watch could be traced. Any piece with a serial number, any high-end item with provenance and purchase history, a man like Vincent would know that. He had a team of lawyers and a financial infrastructure built specifically to keep his business dealings clean and untraceable. If he'd wanted to pay someone to com
