Night crawled back to where it came from, giving way to brightness. Morning light filtered through the windows of DOV Foods headquarters, promising another difficult day.
Rowan stood in his office bathroom, buttoning a fresh white shirt that Ray had brought from his penthouse along with a clean suit.
He hadn't gone home. He hadn't slept but just worked through the night while Teyana dozed on the couch between drafting statements.
The investigation team had gathered enough evidence on David Morrison by 3 AM. Police had executed the arrest warrant at dawn.
One problem solved.
But Rowan felt no relief. Riley was still dead. Forty people were still hospitalized. And his company's reputation was still in ruins.
He reached for his tie, lifting his arms to loop it around his collar when pain spiked through his temples, sharp and sudden.
Rowan's hands paused, his vision blurring slightly at the edges.
The headache... The old, familiar pain that had been mysteriously absent for weeks.
