Forcing His Hand

Richard took a hesitant step forward. The blood drained from his face, leaving his skin a sickly, ashen gray. He forced the words past the tight lump in his throat. "Mr. Dalton, I thought you were living abroad. When did you return?"

Gregory ignored the pathetic attempt at a greeting. He bypassed the trembling man without offering even a single glance. He moved straight to Beatrice. He positioned