NIGHT ONE: The First Payment

Mia Reynolds had rehearsed this moment a hundred times in the car on the way over, but nothing prepared her for the reality.

The private elevator opened directly into Victor Kane’s penthouse at exactly 8:00 p.m. The room was all black marble and had a low amber light, the city glittering eighty floors below like broken glass.

Victor stood in the center wearing a charcoal shirt open at the throat and dark trousers that did nothing to hide the heavy bulge ...