hin blanket. In the tiny, quiet apartment, the s

. She had brought a complete stranger, a man she'd known

tting hurt for her, and the gu

already up. He was sitting on the sofa, lookin

breaking the silence. "D

ok his

th two plates holding toasted bread and f

." She handed

n flickering in his dark eyes. It had been a long,

movements were surprisingly graceful, at odds with his vagran

you can stay here and rest. Until you're bette

er, a hint of sur

es. The truth was, the apartment had been too empty for too long. Ha

use, Gideon gav

ence descended on th

ng her small figure merge with the morning c

old-fashioned burner p

y. A respectful voice came through th

ritative. The Camacho family, a powerhouse on Wall Street, could now claim its t

rived on his phone. He opened it, his eye

t Columbia Law, her promising career at the New York DA's o

e victim's name, Gideon's

Melanie

the Martinez family and a member of the s

fian

m Gideon's face, replaced b

death. And now, through a bizarre twist of fate,

filled with the scent of soap and cheap coffee. A s

," he murmur

become much, much