Gina
The missing file belonged to Giorgos.
Of course it did.
At this point, I would have been more surprised if Michael had announced that the thief had taken an old catering invoice or a folder full of office supply receipts. Nothing in my life seemed capable of being simple anymore. Every new piece of information reached backward into Zander’s past, touched someone in his family, and somehow landed in my lap like I had been standing in the middle of this mess from the beginning instead of answering phones and dreaming about merchandising less than a week ago.
No one spoke for several seconds after Michael delivered the news. The SUV continued moving through traffic, the city sliding past the tinted windows while Lilo shifted restlessly in my lap. Zander sat beside me with one hand cl
