the Maine coast, a modern glass house perched on a cliff ov

sin to deal with the logistics of moving her

re for. Besides, I get to supervise the movers and make sure they do

mach. Her passport. She had left it in the safe at the Hamptons estate. It was a frustrat

offered to go for her, but Aria insisted on

rised to see a sleek, unfamiliar Aston Marti

quiet, a ghost in her former home. As she walked towards the

race that clashed with the Vanderbilt stiffness she was used to. He turned as he heard he

Can I help you? This

aumont. I used to... I'm the owner. I just came back for so

th recognition. "Of course. Plea

the head housekeeper, Mrs. Gable, a woman who had known Ari

umont," she whispered, her voice low

ched. She thought s

" Mrs. Gable continued. "He had the sta

A cufflink? No. He wasn't looking for a cufflink. He

nd. Why would he want it back so desperately? Why would the man who discard

id a polite, distracted goodbye to Evander Blake, who

in hand, Aria left

n into the twisted plots of her new thriller. The words flowed out of her, a torrent of creativity that had

hapter she finished, she felt a piece

t the sky in hues of orange and purple, a c

Aria, you need to see thi

ed, a familiar dread c

ce tight with anger. "They just announced their