Sienna began to shake. Garrick stepped closer to me.
“You will hand over that drive. Then you will tell everyone Sienna fell down the stairs.”
“Everyone?”
“The hospital. Her friends. Anyone who asks.”
“And if I refuse?”
He smiled. “You are seventy-one. Accidents happen.”
I glanced at the brass clock. Twenty-two minutes had passed.
“You targeted the wrong woman,” I said.
Garrick barked out a laugh. “Sienna?”
“No,” I said. “Me.”
I removed my watch and placed it on the table. A tiny green light blinked beneath the face. Miriam went pale.