Chapter 95: Orion

Sunday. London, UK.

ORION LISTENED TO THE hurried clicks of a woman's heels on the stairs. The steps were even sure. No hesitation or slipping.

Was it Jennifer?

He didn't know when she'd leave the party. According to the plan, he was supposed to stay out of sight in the van. But he couldn't do that. After learning where she'd been and what she'd done, he needed to see her. Desperately.

He wanted to grab her, hug her, shake her, yell at her. What was she thinking, taking on a risk like this by herself? And that didn't begin to include whatever the hell it was she was doing here. What the fuck?

The steps came closer.

The woman was almost on him.

He grabbed the railing and took a step, then stopped, pausing as if he were in the act of climbing the stairs.

The footsteps were around the corner.

A bit of shadow stretched across the landing.

A hand darted out, grabbing the railing, and then the rest of her body swung into view.

She took a step and stopped, staring down at him.