cars moved along the freeway like red and white beads of light.
“What is Northbridge?” I repeated.
“A medical distribution company.”
“Sam’s company?”
“Partly.”
“Partly?”
“He was CFO. I don’t know how much ownership he had.”
“You knew?”
“Not at first.”
“And what did Caroline Prescott have to do with it?”
Another long silence.
“Ethan.”
“She was a patient in a Prescott Health hospital.”
“I know that.”
“You know?”
“Adrian told me his sister died of leukemia.”
I heard movement on Ethan’s end.
“Elena, listen carefully. Do not tell Prescott about those emails yet.”
“Why?”
“Because I don’t know who around him is involved.”
My skin prickled.
“Involved in what?”
“I don’t know.”
“You expect me to believe that?”
“No. I expect you to believe documents.”
I laughed once, without humor.
“You’ve spent months hiding things from me, Ethan.”
“I know.”
“You changed the locks.”
“I know.”
“You emptied our
