and smelling of roasted beans. Cara sat in a booth with

. Hali Moody walked in. She wasn't alone. She had two of her minions w

iPad onto the table. The screen was

s," Hali said. "Since you c

as a photo. High resol

said JFK Intern

ng his signature charcoal coat. But he wasn't looking

n Ne

of her back. It was a protective gesture. A possessive gesture. It was the way a man touches something precious

d. It felt like she h

pired," Hali sneered. "The plac

o stand up. "H

ingers were cold. She kept her face completely b

. Her voice was steady, boring even. "Sa

e wanted a scene. When she didn't

" she spat, and t

Her shoulders slumped. She grabbed her water glass,

her text thread with Brittain. The

uesday

d her. He just let her find out thr

was coming. It was the erasure. To him, she was

of water. It ta

ow. "Launch Plan B. I want the rumors a

vous. "The cont

e Brittain,

coffee shop into the biting wind.

g. Ring.

ic

her to v

. The final

Austin Media Tower,"

ps. She took out a tube of lipstick. Not the nude shade Brittain like

to beg. She was going t

of the glass monolith. She

els clicked against the