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
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