“What?”
“Lily.”
My heart stopped.
“What about her?”
“Madison took her passport from the safe yesterday.”
“Why?”
“I thought because we were traveling.”
“To Colorado?”
He was already reaching for his phone.
Marcus found Madison before we did.
She hadn’t left Aspen.
She was sitting in the lodge bar.
With a man Daniel recognized immediately.
“Victor Hale,” he whispered.
“Who?”
“Northstar’s biggest investor.”
Victor was in his sixties, expensive coat folded beside him, documents spread across the table.
Madison looked up when we approached.
Every trace of panic disappeared.
“You went through my things.”
“You forged my signature,” Daniel said.
Her eyes flicked toward him.
“You weren’t supposed to see those documents yet.”
I almost laughed.
Yet.
Rachel stepped forward.
“I’m Elaine Caldwell’s attorney.”
Victor immediately began gathering his papers.
Madison snapped, “Sit down.”
He didn’t.
“I was told Mrs. Caldwell had approved the transaction.”
“She will.”
“No,” I said. “She will not.”
Victor looked at me.
Then at Madison.
Then left.
Madison’s composure cracked.
“You have no idea what you’ve done.”
“Prevented fraud?”
“I built Northstar for twelve years!”
“And destroyed it yourself.”
“You think businesses survive without risk?”
“No. I built several.”
Her mouth closed.
“You
