Grace came home early—and saw her husband pouring something from a dark vial onto her pillow.
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Chapter 5 / 15
Chapter 5: The Hounds
The windows of the loft shattered. Tear gas canisters rolled across the wooden floor, hissing toxic white smoke. Nathan hadn't called the police; he had called his corporate fixers.
""Fire escape! Now!"" Marcus yelled, grabbing the laptop. Grace scrambled out the window onto the rusted iron grates. Below, black SUVs were already blocking the alleyway. Men in tactical gear were rushing the building. The thriller had turned into a hunt. Grace and Marcus scaled the fire escape to the roof, leaping across the narrow gap to the adjacent building just as the door to Marcus’s loft was kicked in.
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