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Five
    Friday, 8:27 a.m.
    “Did Danté give you the damage report?” Richard asked, sitting back against the soft leather cushions of his limousine.
    Donner climbed in behind him. “Yeah, for the items he had confirmation on. He’s still fighting with insurance over the values of most of the damaged stuff. The appraiser had to go throw up once.”
    The car rolled down the long, winding drive and through the open gates, still manned by uniformed police. “This is the third day now. How much longer are they going to be here?”
    “Until they catch your bomber, would be my guess. It’s a little difficult for me to complain to the police that they’re protecting you too well. Which reminds me, Castillo called this morning to protest that your exiting, and I quote, ‘the secured area of your home today, leaves you vulnerable to a second targeting by an assassin,’ unquote.”
    “So I’m warned. Don’t sue him if I get killed.” Richard rolled his shoulders. “And I’m just going to your offices to work for a few hours.” He glanced at Donner. “By the way,are you charging me for the drive to my house and then riding back with me? I told you I’d prefer to drive myself.”
    Tom grinned. “I’m on retainer, so I pretty much charge you for everything.”
    “In that case, I neglected to tell you something about last night.” Donner only looked at him, so Richard drew a breath. He could keep it to himself; he actually preferred to do that. On the other hand, if something happened to him, he wanted the murder solved. “I had a visitor. She dropped in to see me after you left.”
    “She who? You’re going to have to narrow it down a little before I can guess, Britain’s Hottest Bachelor.”
    “I told you never to mention that to me again.”
    The attorney snorted. “Sorry. Who dropped in?”
    “Miss Smith.”
    Tom opened his mouth, but no sound came out. “You—she—why the hell didn’t you say anything, Rick? Dammit!” He grabbed the cell phone clipped to his belt. “This—” and he jabbed a finger in Rick’s direction while he punched numbers with the other hand “— this is why you need private security.”
    “Hang up.”
    “No. You and your damned stiff British upper lip. She was in your house? Where? Did she threaten—”
    “I’m not being stoic. And I’m not happy.” Richard yanked the phone out of his attorney’s hand and snapped it closed. “I paid for this phone, for your house, and to put Chris into Yale,” he growled. “Don’t make me regret it.”
    Donner’s face reddened. “You—”
    “Give me a little bloody credit, Tom. She’s not the one who tried to kill me. And telling Castillo she came visiting won’t do anyone any good.”
    “It won’t do her any good, which anywhere but here would be the idea.” Tom hurled the water bottle he’d snagged against the opposite seat. “Dammit! And all supposition aside, how do you know she didn’t do it?”
    “She told me so.” Goading his attorney only seemed fair,considering how annoyed he was. This was his problem, and he would decide how it was handled.
    “Shit. Give me the phone, Addison. Fire me if you want, but you are not going to get killed on my watch.”
    “Very dramatic, but it’s not your watch. It’s mine. It’s always been mine. Now just calm down and listen, or I won’t bother telling you anything.”
    After he spat out a few more curses Tom sat back and folded his arms, his color and temper still high. “I’m listening.”
    “I was unconscious for at least five minutes after the bomb went off. Instead of leaving me there or finishing me off, she dragged me downstairs, risking discovery, before she got out. Last night when she dropped in through my skylight she reminded me of that fact, then recited the tale end of the conversation you and I had in my office, to prove that she could have taken me out then, as well. She confessed to having been after the tablet—unsuccessfully, by the