Blair stepped out of the café, the chill of the night air biting through her leather jacket. The city, a restless beast that never slept, hummed around her, a symphony of car horns, distant sirens, and the rhythmic rumble of the subway deep beneath her feet. But beneath the familiar urban symphony, a discordant note jarred her senses. Someone was watching her.
"Out of the cafe, Blair tries to put James's words behind her, but the words of betrayal, danger, and secret haunt her like tarses. She felt a chill, not just from the cool night breeze, but more like a hunch, a harbinger of approaching danger." Her hand instinctively went to the reassuring weight of the Beretta tucked in her waistband.