Chapter 22

"Let Ivy come see me personally. She knows where I am." No signature, no contact name. But I really did know. There was only one person in this city who would speak like that—the man who pulled me out of that river with his own hands twelve years ago, and then vanished for twelve full years. I handed the phone back to Rhys, tilted my head back, and finished the last drop of cold coffee, letting the bitterness slide all the way from the root of my tongue into my stomach. "It's Mr. Corrigan,"...