rety of Manhattan sprawling beneath him like a conquered map. His expression w

door broke his conce

ing a tablet. Miles was impeccably dressed, his de

. "And... something else. I've been monitoring the digital footprint from Miss Lawson's devi

isplayed on the screen was a scre

ered her a lifeline that morning, and she had spat on it. Now here she was, castin

ocation," Julian sa

A few seconds passed. "She's at

r the tailored jacket hanging on the b

hen stopped himself when he saw the look

rivate elevator, the polished steel doors seal

offee growing cold. The post had been up for twenty minut

r go through still lingering, making the world feel unsteady. She was about to give up

own in the cha

t leaped into her throat. It w

you following me?" This was Isabelle's doing. It had to be. The post was u

." Then he turned his unnervingly steady gaze back to her. "Miss Lawson," he said

ld, bitter laugh escaped her. "Should I commend Isabelle for her generosity, or you for yo

mply looked at her, his expression ser

Her father would use the phone's GPS to track her whereabouts. The

man-this stranger, this potential en

er face. She bit her lip

d, as if reading her mind. His voice was low, persuasive. "I'm just a man who ha

story that made perfect, terrible sense. She stared at him, searching his fa

ry. "Mr. Arthur Lawson is impatient. The car has been redirected

as stepping off a cliff into the abyss. She opened them, her gaze clear and reso