Before I walked out that door for the last time, my hand stalled on the cool brass of the front doorknob. The apartment was entirely silent behind me. I had grabbed my trench coat and my leather tote. I had left the envelope containing Julian’s grand, desperate illusion sitting untouched on the dini

"I’m telling you, Julian, someone was actively trying the handle!" Chloe’s voice was a frantic, shrill vibration tearing through my car’s Bluetooth speakers.

I gripped the leather steering wheel of my Audi, accelerating hard to beat a yellow light on Park Avenue. The windshield wipers slashed aggr