KANE

I didn't even wait to get to the car. I grabbed Henderson by the shoulder and hauled him into the small security alcove off the main foyer.

He stumbled, his eyes wide, but he didn't protest. I kicked the door shut. The space was cramped, smelling of stale coffee and industrial cleaner, but it was private.

"You said you saw someone, Henderson," I growled, crowding his space. "The morning I went for the emergency board meeting. Someone who came to see Aria. A 'cousin,' you called him."

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