It had been three days since Jack’s last visitor—a freshly divorced art teacher who’d barely made it out…
Maddie Demeter changed for dinner. Not because she had to — there was no dress code, no formal…
The early evening light spilled into Tyrone Dominian’s penthouse office, streaking gold across the marble and glass like…
Her name was Juliette Vernier. Late 40s. French-American. A strategic consultant with a reputation for fixing companies—and breaking egos….
The sound of an axe echoed through the trees—steady, rhythmic, powerful. Jack Johnson stood shirtless in the clearing…