Chapter 121

Tatiana Petrov lay face down, limbs splayed crookedly in a puddle of still-congealing blood from the hole blown through the back of her skull. Probably instantaneous death, so that was a mercy. Had she known what was going to happen to her or had it caught her by surprise? The naked violence of the scene didn't yield answers, but my mind kept circling back to gunshot angles, and the image of a woman smiling to meet a guest and then faltering for a second as she realized what was about to happen.

I gulped down air, bent over double with one hand splayed on my tight ribcage. Suddenly, that Starbucks run's added trip time made me incredibly grateful. I was a professional, sure, but the reality of how close I'd come to having a front row seat to a murder prickled along the back of my neck. Had the person I'd seen race off been Chariot, or connected to them?

Was this a preview of my own fate?