he back booth sudden

ghtly to the left, lis

delivery truck rumbled pas

ced violently off the tru

sliced through the dim,

back booth, illuminating

h stopped dead

ched from the base of his neck, d

then slammed against her r

gers we

eel fork slipped

c plate with a lo

pping her burger. "Jesus

ouldn't

er Birkin bag, tearin

fingers trembling so badly s

d the hid

y photo she had stolen

n down at the screen. The image on her phone was blurry, but the combination was undeniable: the same custom watch, the

rror and electric adrenaline

er. The man who knew wh

eating palms against the e

erself up fr

early knocking her

oom," Harper said, her v

n look up from h

booth and stood in the c

of greasy air, forcing

against the black-and-w

Clack

d over the low

e outer ring of guards instant

ad should

thly slipped their right han

red the let

hree feet away from t

n at the top o

looking down

ately, the man