THE TRAP SPRINGS
The night air bit cold against my skin. I was raging mad and anxious to know about my blackmailer.
I walked three blocks from the penthouse. Controlled pace. Head down like someone trying not to be seen. The performance of a woman falling apart.
But my awareness was razor sharp.
Every shadow catalogued. Every footstep measured. Every reflection in shop windows assessed for threats.
Marco's team was positioned in a five block radius. Invisible. Professional. Ready to move the second I gave the signal.
Dante was in my ear through a nearly invisible comm device. "Two contacts following you. Male. Both approximately six feet. Keeping forty meters back."
"I see them." I adjusted my purse. The weight of the Glock inside reassuring. "Let them get closer."
"Aria...."
"Let
