rety of Manhattan sprawling beneath him like a conquered map. His expression w

e door broke his c

ing a tablet. Miles was impeccably dressed, his de

. "And... something else. I've been monitoring the digital footprint from Miss Lawson's devi

isplayed on the screen was a scre

ered her a lifeline that morning, and she had spat on it. Now here she was, castin

ocation," Julian sa

A few seconds passed. "She's at

r the tailored jacket hanging on the b

, then stopped himself when he saw the loo

rivate elevator, the polished steel doors seal

offee growing cold. The post had been up for twenty minut

n her still lingering, making the world feel unsteady. She was about to give up, to

own in the cha

t leaped into her throat. It w

Are you following me?" This was Isabelle's doing. It had to be. The

." Then he turned his unnervingly steady gaze back to her. "Miss Lawson," he said

ld, bitter laugh escaped her. "Should I commend Isabelle for her generosity, or you for yo

mply looked at her, his expression ser

Her father would use the phone's GPS to track her whereabouts.The

man-this stranger, this potential en

er face. She bit her lip

d, as if reading her mind. His voice was low, persuasive. "I'm just a man who ha

story that made perfect, terrible sense. She stared at him, searching his fa

Master Arthur is impatient. The car has been redirected to y

as stepping off a cliff into the abyss. She opened them, her gaze clear and reso