Chapter 37
The sleek, dark sedan glided to a stop in front of a glass-and-steel monolith in the heart of Tribeca. Leo’s building didn't have the sprawling gated majesty of the Sterling estate, but it commanded its own kind of quiet, expensive power.
He killed the engine, but neither of them moved. The silence in the car was suffocating, heavy with the phantom weight of what Evan had just lost.
"Get your things," Leo said, his voice clipped. He didn't offer help, and Evan didn't ask for it.
They stepped out into the biting midnight air. Evan looked up at the skyscraper—a structure he had visited dozens of times as a guest, but never as an exile. He reached into the backseat to drag out the first of the three suitcases, the leather scraping against the upholstery. When he stood up straig
