Chapter 7: Interrupted

The Whitfield deck needed revisions by nine the next morning, which was how Mia ended up alone on the eighth floor at nine-forty on a Thursday night, laptop open, the office silent except for the hum of the HVAC and the occasional elevator chime three floors down. She didn't hear him come in. She felt it — a shift in the air, a presence — and looked up to find Nate in the doorway of the small con...