The storm finally begins to thin.
Rain drips from the rooftop railings, and the city lights of Manhattan flicker through the clouds like distant signals.
But the tension between us hasn’t lifted.
Victor Salazar.
The name sits in the center of everything now.
Marcus checks his watch. “If the board meeting started when Margaret said it did, we have maybe thirty minutes before Salazar finishes his speech.”
Adrian’s voice is calm. “He won’t finish.”
Marcus raises an eyebrow. “Confident.”
“He’ll stall.”
“Why?”
Adrian looks toward Reyes Tower glowing across the skyline. “Because he’s waiting.”
My pulse jumps. “For what?”
Margaret answers. “For confirmation.”
We all look at her. She exhales slowly. “Salazar is careful. He won’t move without knowing whether his plan succeeded tonight.
