Chapter 29

• My office at the pharmaceutical company—a front for our illegal business—overlooked the city of New York. Ironic, really, considering I’m also involved in illegal drugs. Through the window, I watched the city, waiting patiently for Georgios to come to me. I’d had time to think about what happened at the trafficking ring and had finally concluded that it was him. But first, I was going to get it out of him.
• A knock at the door, interrupted my thoughts.
• “Come in,” I called out, my hands in my pockets as I continued to stare out the window.