Fault

Something was strange as we entered my condo. Confident that I’d turned all the lights off, it surprised me to see the blue seed-glass pendants over the kitchen counter turned on. Motion caught my attention out of the left corner of my eye and every nerve in my body sprang to attention. My free hand moved instinctively to the sidearm.

Greg saw my hesitation and pulled me back, his weapon already drawn. He recognized the intruder first. “Jon. We weren’t expecting you,” he said.

Richard stood near the couch with a bouquet of white roses in his hand.

After what happened at the office my heart raced as I lowered my briefcase to the floor. “You scared us.”

Richard stepped nearer offering the roses to me. “I didn’t mean to, Thena. I heard what happened today and needed to see you. To make sure you’re alright.”

Despite being startled at his unannounced visit, I was grateful he’d come. “I’m fine.”

“Did he hurt you? Did Natasha—”

“No. He was letting us know that—even at my office—he could get