Light from the refrigerator spilled over Lisa into the dark kitchen. She stood with the door open, peering into the massive cavern. She wasn't hungry, and a beer wasn't going to quench the ache in the pit of her stomach. But lying in that bed upstairs remembering Rosie next to her wasn't doing much to help her relax either.
She glanced toward the phone. She should call her. But she didn't know if she'd listen or just hang up on her. Rubbing a hand over the pain in her chest, she let out a long breath and closed her eyes. She'd give her a day. Then she'd try again. She wasn't getting rid of her that easy.
Her cell phone rang, and she jumped. Slamming the refrigerator door, she reached for it on the counter. Hope pulsed through her. Hope that she'd finally come to her senses.
"Rosie?"
"Lisa, it's Jennie."
"Oh, hey." Disappointment flowed.
"Lisa, Jisoo isn't answering her phone."
The hair on the back of her neck stood up at the panic she heard in her words. "What?"
"She's not answering her cell. She told me she'd have it on her at all times. Roseanne's not answering her home phone or cell, either."
Oh, shit. She didn't even think, just headed for the hall where she'd left her shoes. "I hired security to sit outside her house. They haven't called. It could just be the storm."
"Right," Jennie said, but she knew she believed that as much as she did. "My PI finally emailed his report. My server was down today so I just got it. Lisa, Jeong Haneul had two daughters. One of them died of cancer five years ago. Ashley Choi."
Lisa stopped with one hand on the front door, the keys to her rental car in her hand as realization dawned. "That's how he was linked to the Choi name. He married into it."
"Yes. Jeong Haneul is—or was—Thomas Choi, president of Choi Publishing. His daughter Ashley married a Jeong Jaehyun eight years ago. She died after Tabofren was pulled by the KFDA. I think she was in the clinical studies that were stopped."
"Shit, that's why he was so pissed." And that's why Lisa hadn't recognized Jeong Jaehyun's name or put it together with the man she'd met and dealt with in her office. Because the son of a bitch had been using both names, staying under the radar as he ran his illegal drug study. And his father-in-law—Thomas Choi—had partnered up with him and Grayson Pharmaceuticals to get it pushed through the KFDA.
"Yeah," Jennie said as rain pelted Lisa's face while she ran for the car. She climbed in, started the engine. "But there's another daughter."
She pushed damp hair out of her eyes and backed out of the driveway at rapid speed. "Where?"
"Here in Seoul. Lisa, she works for you."
"What? There's no Choi in my company. No Jeong either."
"Lisa, his other daughter is Kim Yongsun."
"No. Are you sure?"
"Yes."
Oh, shit. Yongsun, who'd been to Sydney several times in the last month. Yongsun, who'd headed the merger with Grayson. Yongsun, who'd purchased that car for her and could have easily used it the day Irene Bae had died when she'd left it parked in the building garage. And Yongsun, who knew every detail of Roseanne's return because she'd been stupid enough to share it with her.
Urgency coursed through Lisa. She gunned the engine. "Jennie, Yongsun knows Rosie's out at the beach house tonight."
"I'm in the car on the freeway. I already called the police."
