CHAPTER 15: The Stoop Interrogation
Elodie's POV
I pressed my back against the brick wall of the bodega, sinking into the deepest shadow under the tattered canvas awning.
Rain dripped steadily off the fabric above me, landing on my coat. But I didn't dare move an inch. My lungs felt tight and my pulse thrashed against my ribs like a trapped bird.
Down the block, luxury town car idled against the curb. I watched as Helena Bennett stepped gracefully onto the cracked concrete. Her cream-colored cashmere coat glowed against the dingy backdrop of trash cans and graffiti.
She adjusted her designer gloves with slow, deliberate precision. Her towering bodyguard stood close behind her as his dark eyes scanned the empty street like a predator.
They began walking down the sidewalk toward my
