he polished concrete floor. He wanted to see how close he could get

eginning to lift to touch her shoulder, when the shril

quid speed that was far from normal. Her eyes

narrowed. He'd g

her expression instantly harden, just for a fraction of a second, before a vac

r ID read

ovements becoming clumsy and slow

, her voice a sof

ssed, watching the performance

ood. "Isolde, darling! I was so worried about you! There's a little pre-party f

c one. Angele needed to destroy her reputation before the trust could be executed. But a trap was also an

had

. "Party?" she exclaimed into the phone, her voi

hung

"Are you mentally ill, or is this just the worst acting I

, replaced by a cold, blank wall. She walked pas

hone and sent a text to his head of security. `She's going to The Plaza Hotel.

umber Angele had texted her: 1618. The hallway on the sixteenth floor was deserted

slightly ajar. She pushed

ll sconces. The air was thick with the cloy

clicked shut. A dea

h alert. Her eyes, now fully adjusted to

nly, with a brutish face and a beer gut straining the fabric of his shir

greasy smile spreading across his face. "Angele said you'd be comi

e and began to unbuckle his belt

ed towa

t bother with theatrical displays. Instead, her hand slipped down to the concealed sheath i