Chapter 1

Maya had been in the building three times before and each time the elevator had been slow. Not broken, just unhurried, the kind of old building elevator that moved at its own pace and didn't apologize for it.

She pressed the button for the fourteenth floor and stepped back and checked her watch. Six forty. The meeting had run long — it always ran long when Davis was in the room because Davis liked the sound of his own voice and nobody had ever told him otherwise — and now she was late for dinner with her friend and her heels were already killing her and the elevator...