The text came three days later at 9:17 p.m.

Come now. Side door unlocked. Clothes off the second you’re inside.

I stared at the message for a long time. My body already knew the answer before my mind caught up. I left the apartment without changing, drove to the house in silence, and parked where the hedges hid the car from the road. The side door opened under my hand. The house was quiet and dimly lit.

I stepped inside and locked it behind me.

Harlan was waiting in the hallway, shirt open, a glass of whiskey in one hand. Victor leaned against the wall further down. Grant sat on...