“She is simply being used as a pawn. You know better than anyone what the Suits are capable of doing. I don’t understand what’s happened to William, but I can tell you they’ll want to silence him and make him disappear. It’s exactly what they’ve done with us too. All under the guise of being an order from the FBI. I’m sorry, I have to go get some air.”

“Don’t think they’ll let you go far,” Roxy motioned to the door, which had been locked by the agent positioned in the hallway outside.

“They know there’s nowhere to run.” Lynn opened the glass doors and stepped out onto the courtyard.

The man sitting outside on an iron chair looked up from his phone. “Can I help you, Mrs. Roseworth?”

“You can allow us to leave,” she said.

“Sorry, ma’am. You’re here for your own security.”

Liar. “I just need some fresh air.”

“Of course.”

She walked to the edge of the paving stones, tastefully laid amid carefully trimmed grass. After being inside for so long, she welcomed the sun, despite its already pounding heat.

Nothing, however, could dispel the chill within her.

The shadow was like a leash. She was allowed to think, to act, to do as she would, but the reminder was there, tugging at her.

“Something’s controlling us,” Don had said, just before they lost contact.

She had no doubt it had returned for William too.

Whatever was happening, he had to be told everything. It was perhaps the greatest debate between her and Tom in all the years since Argentum. She agonized about bringing William into the fold, believing he deserved to know the truth. But Tom insisted he be able to live a regular life for as long as possible. Knowing how heavily the truth weighed on her, she’d agreed. And now her husband, the only one who truly understood, was gone.

Some marriages couldn’t survive the exposure of an affair, even if it happened forty years ago. Theirs had been strained, even sleeping in separate bedrooms for a while. After three weeks of it, she’d marched into the guest room and gotten into bed with him.

Grueling sessions with a marriage counselor had unearthed decades of resentment. The end result was a greater understanding of each other, and a professional pairing the two had never experienced before. Tom began to use government connections to see what he could uncover about Argentum. But when the official investigation discredited Lynn’s claims of a vast conspiracy, Tom realized that he could no longer align himself with a government that was waging a war on the truth. He gave up his Senate seat, cutting all ties with Washington while quietly tapping into his resources. As Lynn re-established her research into the missing, she found the husband from whom she had kept so many secrets for so long was now an invaluable assistant.