Misericordia

Engrossing, captivating. I'm definitely becoming a Ms Ava Lee series fan&addict.
The series is going to be a must-read of mine.

The plot involves an uncaracteristically deep analysis for just a forensic. Basically no accountant would go to such lenghths for any such stuff. Love this.
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Her pace was measured, never hurried, and she held herself erect, confident of her time and place.
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“Do you stay in touch with your father?”
It was a rude question, designed to humiliate her. “Yes, and I’ll be sure to tell him we met and that you inquired about our relationship.”
Ling flinched. He realized he had gone too far. Marcus Lee wasn’t a close friend anymore, but he was a man who had too much wealth, power, and influence for Ling to dare offend him. “Well, anyway, it’s such a small world, isn’t it?”
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“Personally?”
“I’m assuming that Mr. Knox told you to be candid.”
“I didn’t actually speak to Mr. Knox. George Hall called me – he’s my boss. Mr. Knox called him. George didn’t say anything about personal. I thought this was more of a professional reference kind of thing.”
“So do I need to call my friend in China, so he can call Mr. Knox, so Mr. Knox can call Mr. Hall, and Mr. Hall can call you back to tell you to give me what I want?”
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“Did he make many friends at Whiteburn?”
Galley snorted. “Hardly. Jeremy thought he was too good for us and he didn’t hesitate to let us know. I mean, he had the Oxford education, the fiancee connected to royalty, the big-shot future father-in-law. He was always harping on about how bush-league Whiteburn was. He came from Smyth’s Bank in London, and his girlfriend was still working there. Smyth’s is, I admit, the penthouse of investment banking but, I mean, we’re hardly the fucking basement.”
“He said he went to Oxford?” Ava said, looking at her notes that said otherwise.
“Every day.”
“And he’s engaged to Lily Simmons?”
“He wouldn’t shut up about her.”
“Mr. Galley, if Ashton was so secretive, tell me, why did he tell you about his fiancee?”
“That was one of the things that was weird about him. As secretive as he was about business, when it came to personal shit he was like the National Enquirer.”
“Like how?”
“The fiancee.”
“What do you mean?”
“He talked about her all the time, about how kinky and what a wack job she was.”
“Define kinky.”
Galley paused. “You sure you want to hear this?”
“I’m a big girl.”
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