Day five in the penthouse rolled to a close like a long, exhausted breath. Raven paced restlessly from room to room. She’d gotten in the habit of leaving the big living room flatscreen TV on, just to have another voice in the apartment throughout the day. She felt pathetic, with daytime infomercials, news programs, and weather reports as her only company.She started humming to herself, more out of nervous frustration than anything else. Kade still wasn’t back yet. It was getting on past six o’clock.There would likely be another grand dinner tonight delivered from one of the city’s best restaurants. Likely another evening of incredible luxury. She’d trade it all to feel the wind on her face. Just for a few minutes.But there was very, very little chance of that. Kade had stopped allowing even his private chef into the apartment. Instead of waning with the passing days, his paranoia only seemed to be mounting—though she doubted anyone but her could sense it as such. To everyon
After she heard Kade leave the apartment the next morning, Raven pulled her laptop and all her files from her windowless back office to the living room, where the expansive open concept space made her feel less like she was in a box. She wanted badly to be able to open the curtains and look out over the city, but she knew what Kade would think of that. She sat cross-legged in front of the low super-modern coffee table, opened her laptop, turned on the TV at low volume, and got to work.To her surprise, there was a small ping when her computer booted up. An email? Nobody ever used her work email, except for the automatic messages about lunch catering deliveries and company-wide announcements. All her work was done in the office and face-to-face.She triple checked her VPNs before going to her inbox.It was from Kade. Between their official company accounts.“What the hell?” she murmured aloud. The subject line read: “Regarding your performance.”She clicked it open and r
The word “hitman” hovered at the front of her mind as she opened the file Kade had delivered to her.The police report was thorough. It would have been convincing if she didn’t know what she knew.She felt explosive with restlessness. She tried not to count the days she’d been in this apartment, staring at the inside of the curtain. Day after day after day after day.This was the only place she could put her restlessness, her energy. Her desperation.Again and again, Hector Lyonell’s name stood out to her against the yellowed paper of the report. These were Hector Lyonell’s words, his description of the scene, his impression and conclusions. Typed up and printed and shoved in a file.It was surreal to know what was behind those simple, cut-and-dried reporting. She would believe it—and that terrified her. These people were so good at moving in the shadows while moving in plain sight. Even as an ordinary citizen, she could have filed a Freedom of Information Act request for
Kade did not disappoint.The following evening, Raven spent a long time soaking in the wonderful scents of Kade’s master ensuite bathtub and even longer fixing herself up with the expansive set of cosmetics from the gala evening.The door chimed. Kade was home. She took her time heading toward the front room, wrapped in that robe they both liked so much.He had already hung the garment bag on the coat stand, empty in the summertime, where it hung like an art piece in a strange gallery. She couldn’t see through the bag, but she recognized the iconic name on the shoebox sitting beneath it.“Chop chop.” Kade sounded bored, checking his absurdly expensive watch. “Our reservation is at seven.”“Five minutes.”“Two.”“Yes, sir.” She grinned at him, trying not to seem too giddy as she picked up the garment bag and tucked the shoebox under her other arm. She also tried not to show that she noticed the change in him tonight as well. There was no sight tonight of the weariness t
Raven spent the rest of the meal wondering exactly what the gold leaf in her mouth actually tasted like. She came to the conclusion that it didn’t taste like anything at all, by the time the last of the wine was gone and Kade was leaning back in his chair, dabbing his lips clean delicate touches of his napkin.“Now for the real test,” he said, meeting her gaze.“The real test?”“When we came down from the penthouse, there was no way for our observers to have anticipated that. Now we’ve given ample time for whatever concierge or doorman is on the Oriri payroll to have notified them of our movements. Which makes the return journey the really dangerous part.”Raven breathed out, slowly and heavily.“Listen, I know you’re all in favor of paranoia and all that, but the concierge? Really?”“Why not?” Kade refolded his napkin. “I know they keep Frederick on the take. And besides, I control most of the concierges in each of the Lu siblings’ buildings.”She knew she shouldn’t be s
Without discussing it, they went to sleep in Kade’s bed while he stayed on the phone, managing the story.Raven half awoke in the middle of the night to the solid weight of him close behind her, as if he’d fallen asleep considering whether or not to spoon her. She smiled, sliding back into sleep: that was the first time she’d seen Kade be any kind of indecisive.It felt surreal to rise in the morning and step into the fresh steam of the shower, to scrub down with luxury soaps, and begin the process of doing her makeup—all the while knowing that not twenty-four hours ago, she’d narrowly avoided a knife swinging at her throat.To her surprise, Kade wasn’t at the office already, as he usually was by the time she got out of bed. To top it off, he had a delicate cup of espresso in each hand.“What are you doing here?”“Good morning. And I live here, by the way.” He put down one of the espressos on the bathroom counter in front of her. “I think that’s your robe now, though.”She
Kade’s POV In the livery car parked on the corner of the Reyka Hotel, Kade was gnashing his teeth. He allowed himself the luxury of showing his anger in private, as he listened to Hector Lyonell’s bombastic, idiotic monologue. Raven’s chilly responses made him bitterly happy, though—she was unshakable.Then he heard:“And if you do not let go of my wrist in the next ten seconds, I guarantee you will find yourself in an extraordinary amount of pain. If you haven’t noticed, you’re quite surrounded.”He almost burst out of the car at that moment. He was going to break this insolent little puppet of Oriri, make him eat his teeth while he apologized for his actions.But as Raven continued, he knew he wouldn’t have to. Lyonell dug his own grave with every word. There was no way Christina Lu would let this slide. Kade wasn’t entirely sure how Christina would find out—but he was sure that she would. And this useful puppet, the man who’d hired the assassin to clean up Christina’s
Raven’s POVIt hadn’t been easy getting out of the penthouse. Raven hadn’t even been sure it was going to work. She knew she needed two things: Kade’s isolated index fingerprint and a full capture of his palm print.The first she lifted with scotch tape off the metallic buttons of the intensely elaborate espresso machine. The second she peeled with a sheet of saran wrap off the marble panel that read the palm print itself. A circular maneuver, but it worked. The elevator door opened. And escaped into the humid summer night.She wasn’t fleeing. Not exactly. But she wasn’t going to be kept caged up, not now that she knew how to get out. And when she had such a good lead to follow up on.She hadn’t told Kade, but she’d found out the name of Hector Lyonell’s brother-in-law—the other cop who’d been with him the night of the Sinclairs’ murder.And now it was time to investigate.Hours later, long past the end of the working day, she dragged herself back to the penthouse via the s