expensive cologne. Ryan Morris and two other guys I didn't recognize were lounging on the sofas. Sylvia, her dres

es struggling to focus on me

We're going home." My vo

ted on my nerves. "Don't be so controllin

the room. "I heard you and Annabel in the h

ed, wider and more defiant. "Oh, those? I know all about t

the unearned confidence of a man who'd never been punched in the face. "Hey man, relax

ther men

al, severing blow. B

sour with alcohol. "Yeah, Caleb," she whispered, her eyes

e woman I thought I loved was a stranger, a caricature. I felt

m away. "Sylvi

First Street Bridge. I got out, walked to the railing, and took the custom-made ring from my pocket. It glinted und

one again. This time, I

what's you

and even. "Suite 1200 at The Line Hotel. There are illicit substances and

e questions and drove away, the sirens