Novels by Selene Voss

Ethan was in room 412.I went to the hospital. There were two police officers standing outside his door. They looked at me. I looked back at them. Then Ms Adu, the lawyer that Mr Osei had called, stepped forward. I talked to them quietly. They let me through after that.I opened the door and went inside.Ethan was sitting up in his bed. He had a dressing on the side of his head and a cut above his eyebrow that had been closed with stitches. He stared at me when I walked in.For a moment his face was tight and controlled. Then it relaxed a little."You filed the documents, " he said."I filed them two hours ago, " I said. "The injunction has been stayed. The shares are now in my name."He nodded, like he had known I would do it. I sat down beside his bed.We looked at each other for a moment. There was a lot to say, but neither of us said anything.Then I said, "The article.""I know, " he said.I said, "Tell me about the deal, seven years. Tell me yourself before someone else does."

Ethan's security team tracked Elena's phone in eleven minutes.She had not even turned it off which means Elena was either not as smart as I thought she was or she wanted to be found.Elena was at a hotel three kilometer from the house in a ground-floor room with the light on.I told Grace and my father to go to the hospital. I told the security guard driving me to take me to the hotel first.He looked unsure. I gave him a look and he stopped looking uncertain.I knocked on the door.There was silence, some movement and then the door opened.Elena looked at me. She did not look surprised.She stepped back. Let me in.The room was small with a bag on the bed that was half packed with her phone on the table.We stood looking at each other for a moment, two women who had known each other since we were fifteen years old who had shared everything and who had sat on each other's beds talking about the future.I did not feel nostalgic, I felt cold."The article, that was you " I said to Elena

My father's lawyer, Mr Osei, was a quiet man who had been handling the Wren family's legal matters for 22 years. He possessed the kind of calm professionalism money couldn’t buy.He did not ask us many questions when we arrived at his office at eleven at night. He didn’t ask why we all looked half-mad, or why we were breathing as if we had just run a marathon. He simply adjusted his glasses,He looked at the documents, looked at me and looked at Grace standing behind me. Then he said:"Give me forty minutes."I stared at the folder in my hands. Thought about my grandfather, Arthur Wren. He was a man I had never met. He built something with another man fifty years ago. Kept his part of it until he died. He did this for me, a granddaughter he would never know.I thought about the letter he wrote. His handwriting was neat and careful. He wrote about protection as if it were the important thing.I hoped I was doing what he wanted me to do.Mr Osei returned exactly after thirty-eight minutes

None of us brought it up.We both pretended as if nothing happened. He told everyone about the plan. I asked questions and tried to avoid looking at him.It did not work well.Every time he spoke I knew where he was in the room. Our eyes met across the table and we looked at each other for a second too long before we looked away.Grace noticed. I could tell by the way she looked at us and said nothing. Grace is the kind of woman who notices everything and says nothing.My mother noticed too.. She said something at the worst possible time.She came up to me while I was standing by the window and said very quietly:"He looks at you the way your father used to look at me before things got complicated.""Mum, " I said."I am just saying," she walked away.I put my forehead against the window and told myself to focus.Ethan's team had found Elena's address. The house was real. It matched what we were looking for.. They used a drone to take pictures, which showed people inside. Several peo

Elena stood in the doorway. She looked smaller than I had ever seen her. The Elena I knew always walked into rooms as if she owned them. She laughed loudly. She made sure everyone noticed her. This woman looked like she had been drained."Sit down, " Ethan said. His voice was not warm.. Not mean either. Just a voice that needed information and was willing to wait.Elena sat.I stayed standing. I did not want to sit near her. I was not sure I ever would."Talk, " I said.She looked at me. For the time in all the years I had known her Elena did not try to control her face."Three days ago he called me, " she said. "Your uncle. He told me the plan was almost done. He told me my part was over. I will be taken care of.""Take care of how, " Ethan asked."That is what I thought at first, " Elena said. "Money. A new place to go. A clean exit. That was what he promised when he first brought me in. When it was over I would be paid and disappear, and nobody would find out it was me."“But," I sa

The call came at five in the morning.Ethan's security team. Just those three words and Ethan was already moving."Your father's office," he said to me, pulling on his jacket. "Someone broke in an hour ago. They didn't take anything. They left something instead.""What did they leave?" I asked.He looked at me."A photograph, " he said. "Of everyone in this building. Taken from outside. Tonight."Our safe house wasn't safe anymore.We moved within twenty minutes. My parents got into one car.. Victoria got into another.. Two security guards are in a third. Ethan and I got into his car at the front.Nobody spoke much. The city was still dark and quiet outside. We drove through it fast and quietly.I sat in the passenger seat staring at the road ahead thinking about the photograph. Someone had been standing outside that building watching us all night. Counting us. Recording us. Sending a message that said, I know where you are and I'm not afraid of any of you."He's escalating, " I said.