The woman lifted her chin. “Tell your men to leave. Is this how you deal with a woman? Hiding behind bodyguards? What I need to tell you is private. You know your father’s death wasn’t simple. I’m sure you’ve looked into it yourself.”

Blake fell silent for a moment. Then he waved his hand, and the men in black stepped back, leaving only one man standing behind him.

“He stays. I trust him,” Blake said. “Now talk.”

The woman slowly took off her sunglasses. When Blake looked at ...