Chapter 16 Was She Good?

Claire The city lights outside my penthouse window blurred into a sea of gold and red, but I wasn’t looking at them. I was pacing, the sound of my heels clicking sharply against the marble floors, my patience wearing dangerously thin as I clutched my phone. I had waited all day for this call. I had given him enough time to do his job, enough money to guarantee his efficiency, and yet, I still had no answers.