ough Tristan Vance

es detailing his emotional trigge

he bitter liquid burned her tongue, helping her

ve the door

his shoulders and move

cap was pulled low over his sunglasses. H

e attempt at a disguise gave him away instantly.

He collapsed onto the leather bench across

ones that covered magazines worldwide-were compl

ile. She opened the PDF of his u

ited to see him. She slid

she asked, her vo

air. He complained that his agent, Brenda, was f

the serial killer's psychological motive. He

oubt in his voice. This was e

She scrolled to page 42 of the s

sick, suppressed tone the character needed. Th

eyes vanished. He stared at he

xplained that it wasn't pure evil, but a desperate,

n like a scalpel. She hit the exact s

ross the table. He pressed his palms flat agains

gets me," he breathed out. "Thos

this emotional breakthrough would earn her. On

back of his hand. It was a split-second

hand over, trying

k to grab her coffee cup. She dodged

ut he quickly rationalized it. He thought she was j

ack to his SoHo apartment right now to reh

atch. This counted as

started to

or looked out t

s one of the Wall Street liquidators who had dismantled th

Her blood ran cold. If he saw her here, he

block his l

her hand across the table, intentionally knock

s. In the exact same fluid motion, Eleanor dropped out of her seat and ducked under the table, supposedly to grab napk

d her sudden disappearance under the table created a cha