I caught a shivering boy stealing bread. As I grabbed his arm, he sobbed, “Please don’t call the police, my brothers are starving and mom hasn’t woken up in two days.” skeptical, I followed him to his rundown apartment. When I pushed the bedroom door open, my heart froze…

squeezed my hand weakly. “He said… you gave the order.”

The room spun. Julian told her I ordered the hit. He had used my name as the knife to gut her spirit.

I stood up, the sorrow evaporating, replaced by a jagged, diamond-hard resolve. My phone buzzed on my hip. It was an alert from my executive assistant.

Julian had just called an emergency meeting continue reading …