
Autumn Reed had never stepped foot inside Lerene, the kind of waterfront restaurant where polished marble floors reflected warm chandeliers…

He thought he was the architect of his own double life. He thought the deleted texts, the late-night business meetings,…

## Part 1 The silence on the 40th floor of the Plaza District was deafening. It was the kind of…

The floppy disk was about the size of a greeting card. That is the first thing you need to understand….

She painted her nails for the date. That detail matters. Not because of the nails themselves — a small bow,…

The contraction started at her desk at nine in the morning. She had been here before — or somewhere close…

The phone was still warm from his hand. She had picked it up to turn off his alarm — one…

The cream carpet was sixty feet long. Gemma Monk had walked past it a hundred times during the venue walkthroughs,…