Chapter Seven

Victoria Harrison sat in her tastefully decorated study with a glass of red wine in hand. Her immaculate taste was evident in the room, which included dark mahogany bookcases stocked with first editions, a luxurious Persian rug underfoot, and a mellow glow from a chandelier that put a warm light on her determined features. Her phone vibrated on the antique desk, interrupting her thoughts. She looked at the TV, a contented grin curving on her lips.

"Ms. Harrison," the person on the other line continued, "we've gathered some preliminary information on Emily Carter."

"Good," Victoria said, her tone firm. "Meet me at my office tomorrow am. "I'd like a full report."

She hung up the phone and sat back in her chair, her mind already racing with options. Emily Carter was an issue th