Adrian did not sleep that night.
She was aware of it because a penthouse had a distinctive atmosphere at two in the morning that she was very familiar with a specific presence of a person, the way a place felt differently when someone in it was awake and thinking versus asleep and absent. She was in the kitchen at half past two for water and he was on the island with his laptop and four printed documents and the quiet, compressed stillness of a man who has been working through something complicated for a long time and has not yet finished.
He glanced at her as she took a step in. Then he glanced down at the papers. "The Hong Kong subsidiary, " he said. "There is a paper trail that Anderson would have found useful. Roman had the access code to the study safe I changed it three weeks ago f
