The elevator opened directly into the penthouse. The woman was there, her back to the elevator, a black silhouette against the wall of windows showing the entire city. She didn't turn around.

"Come in," she said. Her voice was calm.

Jules stepped out. The floor was cold white marble. The apartment was huge and empty.

The woman turned. Her name was Cora. She was sharp and beautiful, with eyes that seemed to see right through Jules's clothes. She looked Jules up and down, a slow, deliberate ...