Chapter 46
~ Octavia ~
The office was empty by the time I finished my final tasks for the day.
My phone buzzed on the desk—Clinton.
"Hey," I answered, already reaching for my coat.
"Ready? I just left the office. I'm pulling up to your building now," he said, his voice a welcome anchor.
We had planned a quiet dinner at a bistro near my place.
"Just finishing. I'll be down by the time you arrive."
"See you in a bit, gorgeous."
I stepped out of the elevator and into the cool night air. The street was unusually empty, the shadows stretching long against the concrete. I started toward the curb, looking for Clinton's car, when a voice sliced through the silence.
"We meet again, ma'am."
The voice was a jagged memory, one that sent a surge of pure ice through my veins.
I turned slowly. There, standing in the darkness where the building's light didn't reach, was the man from two years ago.
The silver sedan. The yellow coat.
The sadistic smile that had haunted my dreams.
