"What the hell," Isabel whispered.
She watched Howard through the window—he was wearing a black suit with a crisp white shirt but no tie. His hair gleamed in the sun, but his face was stormy. He strode toward the door and appeared in the living room moments later.
"Howard," Isabel said, her voice sounding forced. "What are you doing here?"
He ignored her and turned to address Geoffrey, "Is it done?"
"Almost," Geoffrey replied. "Lawson fainted towards the end and had to be rushed to the hospital."
"I see," he said.
"It's good to see you again," Mr. Denmark, Maria said. "Samuel and I are going to go grab some fresh coffee for you."
Taking Samuel by his forearm, she pulled him from the room. With a dismissive flick of his wrist, Howard waved Geoffrey away, leav
