Leo showed up at Elena's apartment a little after two in the morning, pale and shaking and smelling faintly of the cold he'd walked eight blocks through rather than take a cab he couldn't pay for. Elena put him on the couch with a blanket and a cup of tea he didn't drink either, and sat up with him until he finally, fitfully, fell asleep somewhere around four.
She didn't sleep at all.
By the time she got to the office the next morning, running on coffee and adrenaline, she had a plan half-formed: talk to David Miller about what protections existed for someone in Leo's position, find out exactly who he'd been freelancing for, get ahead of it before whoever was threatening him decided patience wasn't worth the trouble.
She didn't get the chance to start any of it.
"Miss Hayes." Marcus Ch
