"He's a million miles away unless he has super-hearing. And you—if you dare snitch, believe it or not, I'll mess you up."
"Psycho."
......
In the study, Mrs. Redgrave sat in a large executive chair, looking at Nathan Redgrave with a very serious expression. "Don't think I don't know who that call was from."
"And last weekend, late at night, in the pouring rain, you actually left Hannah stranded on the side of the road—all because you received a call from *her*. I'm not wrong, am I?"
Nathan Redgrave leaned against the massive floor-to-ceiling window, the cigarette between his fingers burning with a crimson ember.
"Mom, since you've already investigated, you should know that Quinn Keating is dead. She only asked me to take good care of Fiona. That's her only sister."
The last time Nathan Redgrave said he was away on business, he was actually attending his first love's funeral.
The girl on the plane was his first love's sister.
