Good Girl Gone Bad
Photos pinned edge to edge, yellowed newspaper clippings, grainy surveillance prints, handwritten notes in my scrawl connecting it all.
Years of it. Three years, to be exact. Since the night he took everything from me.
There he was, center of it all: Zeus Trojan. Smiling in a black-tie gala photo. A red string linked him to dates, locations, and kills. His connections. His empire.
The man who'd built a kingdom on my ruins.
I dropped into the office chair, leather creaking under me. “After all this time. The beast decided to show up.”
I wedged the phone between my shoulder and ear, yanked the dagger from my boot. My favorite.