Redstone Construction CEO Learns About Blue Envelope in Hospital Recovery Room
By eleven o’clock, I was back at the Redstone headquarters in the River North district, staring at the blueprints for the new mid-rise.
The smell of the fresh pine framing from the site down the street usually cleared my head, but today it only made my temple throb.
Our IT director had already been instructed to give Detective Vance full remote access to our database, under the guise of a routine security upgrade.
Every five minutes, I looked at the bottom corner of my computer screen, watching the small blue icon that indicated the system backup was running.
My phone rang at half-past one, the screen showing Nicole’s name.
“Robert,” she said, her voice carrying that quiet, practiced softness that always made me feel like I was being handled by a professional. “Are you coming home for dinner?”
“I have a meeting with the structural engineers at five,” I said. “I might be late.”
“That is fine,” she said. “I actually need to pack a few things. Marilyn invited me up to her place in Aspen for the weekend.”
