Chapter Thirty One
The restaurant was one of those pretentious downtown places that pretended not to be pretentious. Soft lighting, warm wood, clustered candles instead of harsh overhead bulbs. Voices stayed low out of instinct. Wolves or humans, it didn’t matter something about the place encouraged secrets. Servers glided instead of walked. Glassware chimed in polite, delicate notes. A piano played somewhere in the back, just loud enough to swallow the edges of conversations. Perfect place for a man to kidnap a woman without anyone noticing. Ace slipped in through the revolving door, cold air still clinging to her coat. She’d dressed to disappear, simple black trousers, fitted long-sleeve top, hair pinned, no jewelry except her pack ID tucked inside her blazer. Business, not date. She wasn’t going to g
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