Chapter 4 - THE INTERROGATION
The safehouse was a penthouse fortress overlooking Lake Michigan, completely off the grid. Lorenzo threw his ruined suit jacket onto a leather sofa and poured two glasses of amber liquid, sliding one across the heavy oak desk to Evelyn. She was shivering, still wearing her blood-spattered waitress uniform.
"Drink," he commanded. She did, the whiskey burning a path down her throat. "How did you know?"
"I saw her phone," Evelyn whispered, wrapping her arms around herself. "A notification. It said the north exit was secured and cleaners were in position at 8:55."
Lorenzo stared at her, assessing every micro-expression on her face. "You could have kept walking. If I died, you would have gone home with a decent tip and a clean conscience. Why did you warn me?"
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"Because my father owed men like you," Evelyn said, her hazel eyes meeting his dark ones without fear. "And men like you made sure he disappeared. I know what happens when the house always wins. Celeste Vane thought she was the house tonight. I decided to change the odds."
Lorenzo’s lips twitched into the ghost of a smile. It was the first time she had seen anything resembling humanity in his face. "You have a dangerous mind, Evelyn Carter. And as of tonight, you are a dead woman if you leave this room. The Vanes will hunt you just for being near me."
