red-brick walk-up in Brooklyn. Ciara paid the dr

hen climbed three flights of stairs. The smell of dust and ol

re she wasn't Mrs. Webb, but LUNA, the anonymous,

lked to the far wall and moved a large, abstract p

e code. The sa

der different names, and the keys to a series of offs

the door made her jump. The o

the safe shut, pushed the painting b

through t

was dark, furious. Behind him, two of his bodyguards stood

oor right now," his voice was a low, dan

, and pulled the door open. She met hi

ame making the space feel even smaller. He looked ar

y think you could hide from me? I placed a micro-tracker in the lining of your vintage leathe

o an old wooden desk, pulled open

with the arrogance of a man who had never been disobeyed. "If this little tan

ess smile tou

ed the folder down on the s

e was in bold, black let

as already scrawled at the bo

constricted. For the first time, she saw a crack

g her face for a sign, any sign

eyes were as cold a

aid, her voice steady. "I'm waiv

possessive fury. He lunged forward, his fingers cl

d, his face inches from hers. "

immense, but she didn't fl

one with the angry, blistered b

echoed in the

said, her voice

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