a stop in front of the towering gla
n a crisp uniform, pul
s clicked against the wet pavement
it her face, mixing with th
. She swallowed hard, forcing
lked through the revolving doors i
a blinding light that made
ediately. He saw a high-profile guest entering his lobby and
t Grand. How may I ass
cutting him off. Her e
ed straight to the end of the hall, swip
s parted. She
pward, the numbers on the digital display
rawling 601 suite, Jackson Kerr
ked in a boardroom, tearing a rival
t, his jaw aching fro
by the floor-to-ceiling window and pour
zed on the ma
, Leo: Sent some company
e screen. A muscle f
and tossed it onto
ncel it, but the exhaustion in his bones
e whiskey, letting
ll, the ele
ened. Katia
sound-absorbing carpet, and she pitched fo
e sconces casting long, ambig
had told her. The hallway lights blurred, making the gold numbers on the h
heavy oak door on her left.
card against the
hed. A low beep
Her patience wa
the heavy wood, ready to turn ar
hit the wood, th
ard, revealing
f ice ten minutes ago and failed to pul
stion it. Her br
oor wide open an
ed with her shoulder. The heavy lock clickark. The main l
neon glow of the Manhattan skyline b
They hit the marble floor
ot onto the thick rug, heading tow
heard th
he whiskey glass still in his han
ed dead in
ted light of the cit
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