Chapter 163 A Name From The Past

Rain streaked the glass like pale fingers, long and unrelenting. The storm outside Manhattan’s skyline didn’t touch the high-rise office, but Genevieve felt it pressing against the walls anyway. The light above her desk flickered once before settling. Morning meetings had ended in tension, and her assistant’s nervous tap on the glass was all the warning she received before the unmarked package was placed in front of her. It was slim. Brown. No return address.