I stopped, chest heaving, looking at the wreckage of my sanctuary. The room looked like a war zone. "Has anyone else been in this penthouse?" I screamed toward the door, my voice raw with fury.
Security appeared at the threshold, looking pale and trembling. "No, sir. Before she left, the only visitor you had was Mr. Vane."
"Pull up the cameras," I ordered, my eyes wide and bloodshot. "Now!"
I sat in my chair, my eyes fixed on the playback as the security feed flickered to life. I watched the feeds for hours, starting from the moment Marcus Vane came over. I watched him closely, looking for any slight of hand. Marcus was one of the partners now, but he was a cockroach—a weak man with expensive tastes. I had enough photos of him with underage girls to end his life ten times over; maybe he
