Chapter 17
Sagaponack
Markus Blackthorn’s beach house
5:00 p.m.
Markus stopped pacing and sat in the armchair, opening his laptop again.
It seemed to him that having s*x with Hannah had just awakened his already hyperactive hormones. He was on edge, horny and agitated, in a way that no amount of running—or m**********n—could cure.
His fingers drilled on the armrest as he sipped his whisky and tried to make sense of the numbers on the screen, just to close it with a thud and rise once more.
He resented Hannah for his restlessness and had taken measures to deal with it the only way he knew, but as the time ticked by he wondered if he wasn’t doing the very thing to make it worse.
He looked at his watch to see if he could cancel the appointment, then he shrugged. In the great scheme of
