The ride down in the elevator felt wrong. Too normal. The kind of silence you’d expect after dinner, not after a man just admitted he’d killed people for half his life.
Brennan leaned against the back wall like it was just another Tuesday. Calm. Too calm. Adrian’s thumbs were flying over his phone, already trying to fix things before they broke. And me, I couldn’t stop thinking: we should all be dead right now. That’s what was supposed to happen up there. Someone should’ve gone over the edge. Instead, we were standing shoulder to shoulder under soft yellow lights, waiting for the ding of the lobby.
When the doors slid open, I finally asked, “So… what happens now?”
Adrian didn’t even look up. “Now the real work begins. I called Jennifer Walsh. Legal team’s already on the way to the offic
