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case through the arrivals gate at JFK, the cac
ntrast to the joyful reunions and tearful goodbyes happening all aro
things. And to give her cheating fiancé and his
texts from her father, Harrison Knight, and her fiancé, Landon Sterling. She glanced at
direct message from Seraphina Knight.Her father's other daught
icon for a beat. Her heart stu
's signature silk robe, stared into the camera with a triumphant smirk. The background was unmis
n was a po
omfortable. He says he likes
ment, the air in Elba'
calm returned, colder
e photo. Screenshot the chat history with the timestamp vi
single wor
ank
l immediately appeared on the screen, Seraphina's name flashing.
t of her. The window rolled down to reveal her best friend, the investigat
jumping out of the car and pulling Elba into a
evealing eyes that were clear but
voice even. "I'm going to le
smell of expensive leather a welcome c
lm against the steering wheel. The car honked once, startling a nearby pedest
tiny, innocuous-looking USB drive. It looked like a simple piece of jewelry. "I've been
es widened.
u to do me
c New York traffic, Elba laid
nticipation. "I still have the keys. Landon's family controls his finances-he can't just buy another place without questions being asked. A hotel? Too public, too easy to trace. So wh
been played for a fool. Now it was her turn. And she cou
ead across her face. She slammed a hand on the stee
e girl who could hack our professor's
mile, full of weariness and steely resolve. It was the first hi
fting to business. "A discreet place in Tribeca.Somewhere no one will think to look. I
being found. Not yet. Not unt
the window. She hadn't seen these streets in two years. Two years of be
p, exactly?" Sloane ask
st, I need to know Landon's schedule for tonight. Speci
lying across the screen as she tapped into her vast netwo
ne insisted Elba stay with her for the night, for support and for
h clothes and a steaming mug of coffee for her. The warmth of the mug w
ne furiously typed away at her laptop, h
spun around in her chair, he
gala tonight at eight. He's a keynote speake
the window and looked out at the glittering Manhattan skyline. Somewhere in that maze o
anticipation. She had a feeling. Tonight, s
as sharp as sh
's en
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