“Ivy’s going to kill me,” I said.
“You’re a Keyes,” he replied smoothly. “We excel at thinking five steps ahead. I’m sure you can handle it.”
As the limo pulled away from Hardwicke, I could see Ivy’s mind racing, looking for a way to undo this—and quite possibly plotting my immediate demise. I thought about Justice Marquette and the likelihood that there was a fourth player who’d gotten away with his part in the murder.
I thought about the fact that the person in question might be sitting beside me in this car.
And then I settled back in my seat and responded to his assertion that I could handle it. “I can try.”