CHAPTER 32
Let's Dance, Shall We?
Nova
The invitation arrived on Wednesday morning. The doorman informed me that I'd received a package late last night.
I thanked him and walked back upstairs, in a positively upbeat mood than I had been in the past week.
It seems that all I needed was for Asher to clear the air about his hand in those delivery men's deaths, and the cloud seemed to have lifted.
Although his innocence brought forth another series of questions…
If Asher didn't order their deaths, then who did?
And more importantly, why would they choose to do it soon after we decided to strike, and in the same manner, no less?
However, I chose not to worry over things I couldn't control. Asher had assured me that he would get people on it and get to the root of the problem so that so
