At eight-forty-five on Tuesday morning, the executive boardroom of Cross Capital was bathed in the cold, brilliant winter sunlight streaming through the southern panoramic windows of One Vanderbilt. Sitting at the center of the twenty-foot smoked glass conference table was Dr. Clara Montgomery Cross, dressed in an impeccably tailored navy wool blazer and ivory silk blouse, reviewing a stack of certified legal subpoenas. Beside her sat Alexander Cross. Alexander looked…
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