“What’s that?”
“A Christmas tree. It’s December and seeing your American Psycho–styled office every day was starting to bum me out. It can’t be good for your psyche either. You’re welcome.”
Jay stared at me. “Okay . . . Fine. I guess.” He flicked the Christmas tree with a finger and watched it bobble. “Let’s just—” The phone on his desk rang. He looked at the caller ID and gestured for me to exit.
As I stepped out, my CCD phone sang too. I fished it from the pocket of my black dress, which I wore over dark green tights today.
It was a text from Specter One!
“Meet me in my office Sunday at noon. We need to discuss your future plans.”
I raised my eyebrows so high they probably touched my hairline.
What does he mean, my future—
“Frost?” Jay called.
“Coming.” I darted inside and tried
