Chapter SevenAs I repeatedly stab the elevator down button, I debate if I should call Nero now or face his wrath when I get to the office.
The elevator doors glide apart, postponing my decision.
There’s no cell reception in the metal box.
I have one foot inside the elevator when my phone dings with an incoming text.
I check the message instantly.
To my relief, the text is from Darian.
Amazing job last night, it says.
Thanks, I speedily text back. I’d love to come back if Kacie would have me.
“Sasha,” a familiar breezy voice says from behind me. “I’m so glad I caught you. I need your help with the direst emergency.”
It’s Rose, an older lady I first befriended by helping her recover her lost cat—a sneaky creature that ended up on one of the yachts at the marina down in Battery Park.
