“Tanya Graves,” she said.
“And who’s that?”
“The former CFO,” Nina replied, running her fingers along the table.“She worked for my father for nearly ten years. After his death, Frank fired her. I think she discovered something she wasn’t supposed to.”
She remembered clearly—about a year, maybe a little more, Frank had been furious all the time, cursing Tanya, calling her a pain in the ass who wouldn’t back off.
“And where is she now?”
“I don’t know. Last I heard, she was contesting her dismissal in court.”
Nolan smiled, satisfied.
“See? And you were worried we had no candidates.”
Nina let out a quiet breath.
“So what’s next?”
“We find her,” Nolan said.“And you talk to her.”
She snapped her gaze up.
“Me?”
Nolan leaned in. His voice softened, but the resolve in his eyes didn’t waver.
“Yes. Because ifI approach her with this, she’ll shut the door in my face. But you—you’re her former boss’s wife. The injured party. It’ll be easier for you to convince her to talk. You’re both in the same boat.”
She pressed her lips together, thinking.
“That’s risky.”
“It’s necessary.”
She stayed quiet, running through every possible outcome.
“All right,” she finally said.“Find her.”
Nolan smiled, pleased.
“Already working on it.”
CHAPTER 33
She stepped out of the restaurant and took a deep breath of the cool evening air. The conversation with Nolan still buzzed in her head, and her irritation over Jasper hadn't settled.
All she wanted was to get home, sink into a hot bath, and not think about anything for a few hours.
But when she reached the spot where she’d left her car,her stomach plummeted.
It was gone.
She stopped short, scanning the street in disbelief.
“Where the hell is it?” she whispered, trying to make sense of it.
She remembered exactly where she’d parked—right here, by the curb. There had been plenty of other cars around. Had someone broken in and stolen it? That was impossible.
