e city lights a blur of betrayal below. My husband, Damien, had pushed me from our penthouse roof

I bl

not in my stomach was familiar, a ghost of a memory. I looked at the clock on my desk, 3:47

. Or I was. Now, I am a ghost given a seco

the main lobb

ted halls of Croft, Davies & Reed. Mr. Davies, t

eaning of this?

he polished mahogany and chrome. They were the "family" of my pro bono client, Mrs. O'

ck of granite and knuckles that had seen too man

nn' s voice was a low growl t

pale. "Mr. Croft is... unavailable

posed to file an emergency injunction for my aunt. The deadline was an hour a

life, I had covered for him, made excuses, and tried to fix his mess. The effort

would be

cold stare wit

liberate, c

n isn'

. "Evelyn, please. Where is your

loud enough for everyone in the panicked room

ed for

ing his junior associate, Isabelle