Collin Tanner
The sharp, hurried ring of the front doorbell echoed through the house just after four in the afternoon.
I was in the playroom helping Sophie finish a puzzle of a world map when Mrs. Gable appeared in the doorway. Her usually unreadable face carried a distinct line of tension between her brows.
"Collin," she said quietly. "Mrs. Hale is here. She is asking for Mr. Kash."
"He's in the study," I answered, standing up. "Did she have an appointment?"
"No," Mrs. Gable replied simply. "And she is... agitated."
I stepped out into the hallway to keep an eye on the children, but the moment I reached the foyer, the sound of raised voices spilled out from Zander's study. The door was half-open, and Vanessa was pacing back and forth across the Persian rug, her expensive trench coat
