Chapter 38: Are You the Founder of Continental Venture Partners?

The next morning, at exactly nine o'clock, a dark gray Passat pulled smoothly to a stop outside the Grand Hyatt Marina Hotel. Evelyn Scurr sat in the driver's seat. She tapped the steering wheel twice, picked up her phone, and sent a text. Thirty seconds later, River Lyson pushed through the revolving doors. He wore a dark polo shirt and light gray casual trousers. The Patek Philippe Celestial Tourbillon on his wrist was half-hidden beneath his cuff, revealing only a sliver of its cold, hard case....