The offices and halls of TelTech were deserted when Harding let himself in. He’d realized earlier that it was pointless to try to keep things going while the theft was being investigated. The security office was empty, crime-scene tape still strung across the doorway.
The silence, broken only by the sound of his footsteps on the marble entry, calmed the agitation brought on by seeing Nadine. This was his turf, the seat of his power, his kingdom. This building, this life, he’d built from the near ruin of the old. He’d learned much in the years since Nadine had escaped. His tastes, his passions, had been refined to near perfection, as she soon would learn.
She would die this night, but not until she’d completely and totally submitted to his will. As the elevator rose, his longing to be wit
