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PART 1 The tip was too large. Petra Russo knew this before she unfolded it. She could feel it through the paper — wrong denomination, too many bills — and she kept her face arranged into professionalism while the restaurant noise closed around her and the mandolin started up again in the corner, because she…

PART 1 At 3:07 in the morning, the emergency line in Richard Hale’s Chicago penthouse rang for the first time in six months. It was the phone he had installed for one reason only: if his blind nine-year-old daughter was in danger. Richard woke with his heart already pounding. Outside the glass walls of his…

PART 1 They took everything from Beatrice Kensington in less than twenty minutes. They took the house. They took the name. They took the accounts that held her signature alongside his. They took the five years she had spent making herself indispensable to a family that had spent those same five years making plans. What…

PART 1 The first time Penelope Moore ruined Dominic Russo’s suit, she thought her life was over. She did not know the man standing in the lobby with espresso dripping from his thousand-dollar shirt was the most feared name in Chicago. She did not know men twice her boss’s size crossed streets to avoid his…

PART 1 By the time I realized someone had poisoned the mafia boss’s drink, his hand was already reaching for the glass. And mine was shaking so badly I almost dropped the pen. Five words. That was all I had time for. Don’t drink. Smile. Leave now. I wrote them on a white cocktail napkin,…

PART 1 The first time Dante Russo said my name, I realized the most dangerous man in Boston hadn’t just noticed me. He had studied me. He knew I was twenty-four. He knew I had dropped out of college six credits short of my English degree. He knew my mother was dying in a hospital…

PART 1 The warning came in the car. Julian Ashford drove the way he did everything — smoothly, without unnecessary movement, with both hands on the wheel at exactly ten and two. Mia watched the city turn to hills and then to estate gates and thought: I know how to handle difficult people. I have…

PART 1 Cora Walsh heard his name before she saw him. She was on the terrace off the main villa, glass of sparkling water in hand, watching the Pacific do what the Pacific always did — perform its indifference to the lives happening above it — when Elena appeared in the doorway with the expression…

PART 1 The judge had already lifted the gavel when the courtroom doors burst open so hard the sound cracked through the silence like a gunshot. Every head turned. Reporters stopped typing. Jurors stiffened. Men in thousand-dollar suits looked over their shoulders with the irritated panic of people who believed interruptions were for lesser lives….

PART 1 The navy dress still had its dry-cleaning bag on when Claire took it down from the closet. She stood holding it in her bedroom at half past seven on a Friday night in late November with sleet scratching the window and ninety-six sophomore essays on her desk, and she thought: I will go…