THE MAFIA BOSS SAW HER LIMPING IN A BOARDROOM—AND ASKED THE ONE QUESTION HER BOYFRIEND FEARED MOST

like black mirrors under neon. Her apartment was forty minutes away by train. She hated the train, hated the bodies pressed too close, hated the fluorescent lights that made everyone look half-dead.

But it was still better than going home early.

Grant hated when she came home late.

That was exactly why she did it.

The apartment building was old, cracked continue reading …