Semua Bab SINFUL DESIRES : Bab 1 - Bab 3

Chapter 1: The Small BoatThe boat smelled like salt, diesel, and this faint sweet thing Isa couldn’t quite place, maybe old fruit, or engine oil mixed with something floral from the mainland. She’d been on research boats before, sure, but never anything this tiny. Never one where the walls were so thin she could literally hear the other person breathing just two feet away on the other side.Zamir was in there now. She could hear the shuffle of his camera equipment, the soft curse when something clattered to the floor.Isa spread her charts across the narrow galley table, weighted down the corners with coffee mugs. Her hands moved in practiced strokes, pencil scratching across paper. The archipelago took shape slowly. Patience was her skill. Precision.“You still use paper?”She hadn’t heard him come out. His voice was low, accent soft around the edges. Nigerian, she’d guessed, though she hadn’t asked.“Digital fails,” she said without looking up. “Paper doesn’t.”He leaned against th

Chapter One: The WitnessThe blood was still wet on the pavement when Poesy turned the corner.She stopped. Her heels clicked once, twice on the concrete, then went silent. The man on the ground wasn’t moving. The other man standing over him held a gun, barrel still smoking in the streetlight.Their eyes met.Poesy’s heart slammed against her ribs. She should run. Scream. Do something other than stand there like an idiot.The man with the gun pulled out his phone.She ran.Her apartment was four blocks away. She made it three before a black car pulled up beside her. The back door opened.“Get in.” The voice was calm. Cold.Poesy kept walking.The car crawled along next to her. “You can get in the car, or I can make you get in the car. Your choice.”She looked. The man in the back seat wasn’t the shooter. This one wore an expensive suit, dark hair slicked back, face carved from stone. She knew who he was. Everyone who worked for the organization knew Dmitri Castellane.The fixer.“I di