law firm, the noisy open-plan office went dead silen

ble floor in her stilettos, ignoring the c

a rapped her knuckles twice against the w

vestigation report an

wna shrunk her neck like a guilty quail and hur

drop the Venetian blinds, cutt

she leaned both hands on her mahogany des

hat did

and handed over the f

wear I didn't mean to put you on speaker, m

" Calista cut her off briskly, pull

showing the black Aston Martin pulling into a gated

g the top photo. "Where is the woman

ok her he

uldn't catch anything inside. And the security around that Long Island estate

ched the bridge of her nose; to protect that woman,

e her, he naturally covered his tracks," Calista s

k, scribbled a string of zeros with her fountain pen, an

the check and her e

what is

ng her arms over her chest. "Drop every non-urgent case on your desk. Within se

ck, Dawna snapped her spine straight,

s hiding her inside the Pentag

estigator, calling in every favor she had across the city and tappi

st into Calista's office without knock

I found th

he desk and pointed at a blin

e time-seven o'clock every evening-outside a

and grabbed her trench coat

atch them i

s unremarkable second-hand Toyota, parked in the sh

ily against the windshield, bl

a V12 engine, the familiar black Aston Martin glided into

her breathing shallow as she prepared to fina

nd a long leg clad in bespoke suit trou

ted with a telephoto lens and be

under the glow of the streetlamp, both

h cropped dark chestnut hair and a jagged sc

directly toward the second-hand Toyota across the stree