The guard went back down in the elevator, leaving the two women facing one

another. “I was surprised you wanted to meet,” said Jericho. She made no

indication she was going to invite Knox into the apartment. “Unfinished

business,” replied Knox. “Really? I’m aware of none.” “Rogers has escaped.” “I’m

aware of that.” “You could be in danger.” Jericho smiled. “And, what, you came

here to warn me because you’re concerned about my safety?” “I’ve checked. You

have a great many friends in high places.” She shrugged. “I’ve been doing this a

long time. You build relationships.” “You’re getting away with murder, you

know.” Jericho looked disappointed. “If this was the purpose for the visit, I’m

afraid you’re wasting your time. And I have other things to do.” “Did it hurt to

lose your daughter?” “Oh, you mean Helen?” “Yes, Helen Myers,” Knox said

tightly. “I know what you want me to say. That it did hurt. That I miss her.

 

That I’m grieving. But the truth is we didn’t really know each other.

 

She was with her father most of her life, until he died, and then she came to me

for help. And I did help. With setting her up in business. I feel like I was a

good mentor to her. But that was really the sum total of our relationship. So,

am I sorry she’s dead? Of course I am. Do I have the same level of grief as,

say, your friend John Puller over losing his mother?” She shook her head. “The

answer of course is and has to be no.” She paused. “And how are John and his

brother doing? Are they holding up well?” “You don’t have the right to ask

that,” Knox said sharply. “I was just being polite.” “The unfinished business,”

said Knox.