"Tell me everything," I said, my voice steadier than I felt. "What did he look like? Where did he approach you?"Victoria's hands were still trembling around the coffee cup, but she nodded, some of the terror settling into something closer to resolve now that the worst of the confession was out. "My car. Outside a charity gala, of all places. He was just there when I opened the door, sitting in the back seat like he owned it. I should have screamed. I didn't. Something about him made screaming feel like the wrong instinct.""What did he say his name was?""Alexander King." She said it carefully, like she was still testing whether the name itself might summon him back. "He knew things about our family no stranger should have known. Account numbers. Private conversations Ryan and I had at home, word for word, like he'd been in the room. He told me Charles owed him something that had never been repaid, and that the debt was about to come due whether Charles wanted to pay it or not.""Did