The rain had finally stopped, but the damp chill of the city clung to the windowpane of Harper’s mid-tier hotel room. It was a far cry from the sprawling, glass-walled penthouse she had called home for the past few weeks. There were no panoramic views of the skyline, no heated marble floors, and no

Harper scrambled across the bed, practically throwing herself at the television to crank the volume up. The tinny speakers crackled as the noise of the press room filled her small hotel suite.

"Mr. Vance! Mr. Vance!" A reporter in the front row shouted, waving a digital recorder in the air. "Are t

The yellow cab skidded to a halt against the rain-slicked curb outside Vance Tower. Before the vehicle had even completely stopped, Harper Quinn was shoving a crumpled fifty-dollar bill through the partition and throwing the heavy door open into the torrential downpour.

She didn't have an umbrella