Chapter 881

Barry Abbott didn't answer. He tugged a handkerchief from his pocket and swiped at the sleeve Sabine had touched, lips curled like he was disinfecting a countertop. Then he angled his chin toward the glass wall. "Yo, she's looking for you."

Because a frosted partition blocked her view, Sabine hadn't noticed the L-shaped corner. She stepped forward and froze. Desmond stood ten feet away, arms folde