The man watches her go. Then he takes his phone out and makes a call.
"Luca," I say, my voice devoid of humanity.
"Yeah, Boss?"
"You see the guy on the bench? Brown suit?"
"I see him."
"Get a name," I say. "Get an address. Don't touch him yet. Just find out where he sleeps."
"And Mrs. Vane?"
"Take me home," I say. "I want to be there when she arrives."
I roll up the window.
She took a file from him. She lied about her location. She spiked her heart rate for another man.
I lean back in the seat, closing my eyes.
She wanted to play a game.
Fine.
We’ll play.
POV: IVY
I walk into the penthouse, my heart still fluttering in my chest like a trapped moth.
The meeting with Kane was exhilarating. Terrifying, yes, but exhilarating.
He showed me photos. Grainy surveillance shots of Silas meeting with the Triads. A timeline of the shipyard explosion that contradicts the official gas leak story.
I know he did it,Kane had said.I just need you to confirm it. I can get you immunity, Ivy. I can get you out.
I took the file not because I want immunity, but because I want to know what they have on us. I want to know where the armor is weak so I can patch it.
But God, the rush of sitting there, looking a detective in the eye and lying to his face... it was better than the champagne.
I toss my purse—with the file hidden in the lining—onto the console table in the foyer.
"Silas?" I call out.
The apartment is quiet. The curtains are drawn, casting the living room in deep shadow.
I walk into the main space.
Silas is sitting in the wingback chair facing the window. He is holding a tumbler of amber liquid. He hasn't turned on the lights.
"You’re home early," I say, trying to keep my voice light.
"Am I?"
He turns the chair slowly.
He is still wearing his suit from the office, but he has loosened his tie. His eyes are dark, fixed on me with a laser intensity that makes the hair on my arms stand up.
