Meeting in secret places

Ethan never liked meeting in the open, but tonight he didn’t care. He’d picked a rooftop lounge on the edge of the city, the kind of place where the music was low, the lights were dim, and nobody paid attention unless you wanted them to. The late evening breeze swept over the building, cool enough to clear his head but not strong enough to blow away the irritation simmering beneath his skin.

Richard stood across from him near the railing, shoulders tense, hands ...