She dropped to her knees on the carpet and began to scrub the blood spot. The chemical

is torn shirt hanging open, looking impossibly relaxed f

our name?"

aused in its scrubbing motio

ng the syllables around in his mout

of her neck. It annoyed her. Sh

m the staff-issued phone in her

P Convoy entering the load

ater. The Butcher was here. And she

"You need to leave. Now

lazy, arrogant expressio

bottle. "The Butcher of Wall Street doesn't brea

incing slightl

, or maybe a corporate spy gone wro

a finger at the wardrobe. "Or jump out the w

cart and rushed

or clicked shut, he reached into

device. "Bring me a fresh

into the lobby level, smoothing her hair and checking her reflect

, trembling slightly. Dani was pacing back and

IP doors b

ed the room. They moved with militar

man wa

dark suit that cost more than Betsey made in

t, That's him

t tipped over. "Welcome, Mr

ked at Dani, then at the line

ray with warm, scented towels. She tried to

she said, offe

er. He looked at the towe

r. Franklin