she stepped out of the taxi. She didn't care. She sprinted

n front of her. He held a clipboard and wore an e

grunted, not ev

houted over the rain. "She's i

sneakers, panic. He smirked. "Yeah, honey. You and

abbed his arm. "Sh

e was a fly. "Back of th

he street, splashing water onto the sidewalk, and screeched to a halt r

e was wearing a white suit th

ntly. The scowl melted into a sycophantic grin. He u

off his jacket-Italian silk, warm-and

iles said, pulling

gies." The bouncer steppe

and being a nuisance was apparently a Ferrari and a last name. Sh

a physical blow. The air was thick w

y?" Miles yell

h!" Abbey scanned t

DJ booth. Liz was slumped on a leather sofa, her head back. Two men in suits were

r. She shook Liz

a limp finger toward the spiral staircase in t

to a glass-walled balcony overloo

Miles mutter

" Abbe

ck. Like, founding members.

e!" Abbey started

ase. These weren't street bouncers. These were

" one said, cro

" Miles said, steppi

erling," the guard said calmly. "Mr

dwa

e grabbed the banister to

card from his wallet. "Just let

ook at the card. "Money

Her nails dug into his slee

Abbey's desperate face. His ego was

" he hissed. "Arm

it's Miles. Look, I'm downstairs. My girl's frien

ening. Then he

ays o

. Ken. He was dressed in a suit that cost more than Abb

Abbey. He took in the wet hair, the over

Ken said. His voice was devoid of

ll was cooler, filtered. She was walking up towa

waist again, tighter this t

p. The glass doors

e clinking of crystal. The Diamond Lounge was dark, lit only by amber s

here

s leaning back, one leg crossed over the other, a glass of whiskey

he view. He was lookin