"You want a drink?" Winn poured amber liquid into two glasses and pushed one across the table. "It's non-alcoholic. That's all I can have around the house these days." His smile didn't reach his eyes.
"See, I'm trying to rein my temper in tonight. I've had quite the day. I'm…irritable. Haven't seen my fiancée in days. Planned to surprise her tonight, but something came up."
Kevin swallowed hard. "Mr Kane, I—"
Winn held up a hand to silence him. The movement was elegant, effortless, but Kevin froze as if he'd been struck. Winn leaned forward then, sliding a large envelope across the table toward him.
"Do you know what this is?" Winn asked casually. "Go on. Humor me."
Kevin's eyes flicked to the envelope, and his face went pale. Of course he knew what it was — every line of his face betrayed the recognition.
"I hate being blackmailed," Winn said finally.
