d the angle. Everyone wanted somet

"No game. I just do

t a whiff of her scent-solvents and lin

," she sa

hen turned and walked toward his bedr

r code had worked. The senior appraiser was practically begging for a private viewing, offering to meet anywhe

she walked out of the elevator into the lobby,

morning sun. The feeling of dread hit Iona like a phys

them. Kevan gave

er day. That ring is dangerous. Get rid of it. The historical precedent I mentioned

or incident. Kevan stepped between t

to help," sh

Kevan snapped. "Get in th

m drive away. She had done her duty. She hailed

s. "A Rust Belt girl lecturing us

his finger. "Sir, the eleva

aid firmly. "There's n

. The private elevator was waiting. They

ers, his heart pounding. He tho

tor began

ered. A high-pitched scree

ervousness