The dim light from the desk lamp cast long shadows across my office as I sat behind the dark mahogany desk, nursing a glass of whiskey. The night was quiet, the kind of quiet that usually meant something was brewing under the surface. I leaned back in my chair, my thoughts drifting back to Grace. The last time I saw her, she was defiant, headstrong, just like she always had been. Part of me had almost respected that about her, even if it made her a royal pain in my ass. But that didn’t change the fact that she was a loose end, a wild card that needed to be dealt with.
My thoughts were interrupted by the sudden vibration of my phone on the desk. I glanced down at the screen and saw Tony’s name flashing. My right-hand man didn’t call at this hour unless it was something important. I picked
