Elena walked out of the detention center into the biting wind. She pulled her coat tight around her, shielding her stomach. She stood on the steps for a moment, letting the cold clear her head.
Sarah.
It seemed so obvious now. The access. the timing. The way Sarah always seemed to be in the right place at the right time.
Elena hailed a cab.
"Take me to Sterling & Vance," she said.
"Ma'am, the building is closed," the cabbie said.
"I know," Elena said. "I have a key."
She looked at her reflection in the cab window. She wasn't the scared girl from the accounting department anymore. She was the Queen of the Underworld by proxy. And it was time to claim her throne.
The tower was dark, the lobby deserted. The security guards had been laid off weeks ago. Elena used her old keycard—it sti
