Sloane's POV.
The silence of the penthouse was louder than the city below.
I stood in the middle of the kitchen, my arms wrapped around my middle, staring at the spot where Roman had been standing only minutes ago. The smell of his coffee was still in the air...dark, bitter, and cold. He had looked at me like I was a stranger. Worse than a stranger. He looked at me like I was a puzzle he was tired of trying to solve.
The second passenger.
I walked back to the bedroom, my legs feeling like lead. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the rain. I saw the blurred red of the taillights. I saw the shadow of the man in the back seat...the man my father had called "The Eraser." I had buried that memory so deep I’d almost convinced myself he didn't exist. But someone knew. Someone was watching fr
