e city lights a blur of betrayal below. My husband, Damien, had pushed me from our penthouse roof
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not in my stomach was familiar, a ghost of a memory. I looked at the clock on my desk, 3:47
. Or I was. Now, I am a ghost given a seco
the main lobb
ted halls of Croft, Davies & Reed. Mr. Davies, t
eaning of this?
he polished mahogany and chrome. They were the "family" of my pro bono client, Mrs. O'
ck of granite and knuckles that had seen too man
nn' s voice was a low growl t
pale. "Mr. Croft is... unavailable
posed to file an emergency injunction for my aunt. The deadline was an hour a
life, I had covered for him, made excuses, and tried to fix his mess. The effort
would be
cold stare wit
liberate, c
n isn'
. "Evelyn, please. Where is your
loud enough for everyone in the panicked room
ed for
ing his junior associate, Isabelle
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