C132 KILL FOR DESIRE.

He approached the front door and raised his hand to knock, but hesitated. His mind was swirling with scenarios. Would Henry laugh in his face? Would he try to blackmail him? Or was there a chance—just a small chance—that Henry would be reasonable, that they could come to some kind of understanding?

Before he could second-guess himself any further, he knocked.

For a moment, there was nothing