Portland case blood splatter photos keep replaying in my mind like a slideshow that won't turn off.
I'm sitting in Alexander's living room at 11:30 PM, surrounded by floor-to-ceiling windows that frame the glittering LA skyline. The city never sleeps, just like my thoughts tonight. He went to bed an hour ago after that tense phone call with Marcus about security protocols. Something about increased patrols around Kane Group properties and background checks on new employees. I told him I needed to review some files for tomorrow's board meeting. What I really need is space to think without those silver eyes reading every micro-expression on my face.
