~Blair’s~

“She’s either the dumbest snake alive… or the most dangerous one I’ve ever met.”

I whisper that under my breath as I step out of the blacked-out car. My stilettos immediately start snapping on the driveway of a luxury penthouse no one’s supposed to know Adele rents. But I know. Of course I do.

I’ve been tailing her scent all week; every forged document, every backdoor wire transfer, every phone call she thought vanished. She’s too messy. Too arrogant. And tonight? She slipped.

The doorman didn’t ask questions. Probably bribed. The elevator purrs up to the top floor, quiet and golden. My hand is above my hand bag, where...