Page 45 of Hard Wired

Sandford was backing away from him toward the street. “And as for Sylvie Trousseau, we saw you two together in the entryway of your house. Camera in there, too, remember? Charles’s men would love to pay her a visit, I’m sure. Too bad you’re stuck at your house and couldn’t join in. You’d probably be into that.”

Dominic took two long strides forward and slammed his fist into the lawyer’s nose. Sandford screamed. Blood spurted over his tan suit.

Shaking out his hand, Dominic went back inside and shut the door.

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In his bathroom,Dominic took out the paper Lana had given him. It was a cocktail napkin Maureen had set out with the cookies.

Lana had written, If need to speak privately, no Sandford, send message through housekeeper. I will arrange.

So she could tell that all wasn’t well between Dominic and his lawyer.

He was tempted. He liked Lana and respected her. It was much more pleasant having her on his side than against him.

But for now, Dominic had no choice but to do what Sandford instructed: sit and be quiet. Not unless he wanted to risk Raymond, or even Sylvie, getting hurt. God, he hated that she’d gotten pulled into this mess.

The further she stayed away from him, the better. Good thing she already knew that.

Dominic tore the napkin into tiny pieces and flushed them down the toilet.

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