I wondered—would you mind telling me . . .” She lets her voice trail off in the silence. “The circumstances in which he was in touch with you?” He pauses. Cam can hear his breathing. “I wouldn’t be at liberty to discuss that,” he says. “Sorry.” “Why?” she asks. “Sorry—you’re Mr. Grace . . . ?” “Harry.” Something begins to percolate in Cam’s brain. Harry . . . Harry. “Why can’t you discuss it?” “Business,” he answers.
