Chapter Nine

Rett

The pressure I applied to my teeth endangered their survival, threatening to splinter each one as I watched Emma walk away. No one spoke as she led Ian through the outer office. If I pushed a few keys on the keyboard, I could watch longer, seeing the way Emma kept her head high, her voice measured. She was a fucking queen. It didn’t take marrying me to prove that. After all, she too had the ancestry to prove her regal heritage.

“Fuck,” I grumbled under my breath.

“Boss, if you call Michelson or Clark, what are you going to say? Word isn’t out on the judge’s death. No one knows the certificate is gone.”

I had an idea. “Who is Judge McBride’s assistant, the one he emailed the picture of the certificate to?”

Leon pulled out his phone. “I have her name.”