The grand marble steps of the Jade Pavilion gleamed under the afternoon sun.
Luke left the parking lot behind, ignoring the muffled, panicked voices of the guards still kneeling on the asphalt. He smoothed the lapels of his charcoal suit and walked up the wide staircase. He just wanted to get Sarah's lunch and go back to the office.
The restaurant's entrance was a tall archway made of carved dark wood and red clay tiles. Rich patrons in tailored suits, silk dresses, and designer sunglasses flowed smoothly in and out of the heavy double doors.
Flanking the entrance stood two large men in sharp black private security uniforms.
Luke paused for a moment. His eyes swept over them. They wore civilian security badges, but Luke saw the truth instantly. It wasn't the uniform—it was their postur
