Evelyn POVVincent set me on my feet with a look that promised murder toward whoever was on the other side of that door, then crossed the room, buttoning his shirt as he went.I sank into the warm chair he'd just left, my pulse still hammering, my lips still tingling. The air felt cold without him. I pressed my fingers to my mouth, trying to gather whatever scraps of composure I had left, and listened.The front door opened, and I heard a male voice. It sounded urgent, but apologetic cut through the quiet of the apartment."Mr Hayes, I'm so sorry to bother you this late. I tried calling, but your phone was off, and this couldn't wait until morning.""Cyril." Vincent's voice had already shifted, the warmth stripped out, replaced by the clipped tone of a businessman. "What happened?""It's the Seravino shipment, sir. The one scheduled for Tuesday."A pause. Then Vincent: "What about it?""It's gone."Silence.I sat up straighter in the chair, my curiosity sharpening. I knew pieces of Vi
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