IP suite slammed shut,

the model away with enough force that she

!" Elise

t across the room. It smashed against the wall, shattering a fram

bing their purses and flee

d worst influence, stood in the corner, ho

was just a loyal

er by the lapels of his jacket and slammed him against

His eyes were bloodshot, the alcohol in his

phone. He unlocked it-the passcode was the same a

er Vance, sent ten minutes ago

een. The betrayal tasted

away. Carter st

ngerously low. "And if Azura hears a

urred into streaks of neon as the car sped downtown. She stared out th

opened her messaging app. She

iece of forensic software she used for work. In seconds, she had exported their entire chat

Instagram. WhatsApp. Phone. She exited

at the top of her screen. It was fro

e failed t

ct. It was dark and silent. The expensive furniture, the modern art, the floor-t

e sat down at the minimalist desk, opened a ruggedized laptop, and began analyzing the data stream already coming in from her analyst. The club's securit

up. Eliseo. Again. And agai

o go faster. Panic was setting in, a cold, creeping drea

edroom, but to the single, spartan guest room. She went

ailed dossier on the Fitzpatrick

o labeled 'Moral Turpitude.' She did the mental math, calculating the leverage this incide

door loc

stain on his shirt drying into a dark, ugly

hest heaving. He expected screaming. He exp

d up. Her fa

nd me,"

terrifying. It wa

. "It was Carter. It was a setup. I didn't

aid. She closed th

s shoulders saggin

small, humorless sm

by Harper and Carter. I believe you put your

. His guilt morphed instantly into

anything wron

t him. She didn't

in the guest

topped when she turned her head.

door. The sound of the lock clicking into plac

table. The black dossier was sitting there. The red circle ar