The elevator ride down to the executive parking garage was enveloped in a comfortable, heavy silence. Sloane leaned back against the mirrored wall of the carriage, her eyes closed, allowing the adrenaline that had fueled her for the past forty-eight hours to finally begin to ebb. The faint, mechanic

The morning air was crisp and brilliantly clear, carrying the faint, metallic scent of fresh excavation and the promise of a new season. Sloane stood at the edge of the sprawling construction site, the wind gently catching the hem of her tailored, emerald-green power suit. The physical remnants of h