The crowd parted before him without being asked. People knew authority when it entered quietly. They also knew money, and Gregory Vincent carried both without display.
He stopped in front of Lenora and bowed his head slightly.
“Miss Harrison,” he said. “I am deeply sorry.”
A whisper traveled through the room.
Harrison.
Darnell looked between them, irritation flickering into uncertainty.
“What is going on?” he demanded. “Who are you?”
The man turned toward him.
“My name is Gregory Vincent. I am the head trustee of the Harrison family estate.”
Several guests shifted. A woman near the front lifted her hand to her mouth. Someone whispered, “Harrison family?” and the name passed from one circle to another like a match catching dry paper.
Darnell scoffed, but the sound was weaker than before.
“Well, Mr. Vincent, this is a private matter between me and my wife.”
“No,” Vincent said. “It is not.”
