Chapter 4

They didn't throw me out. That would have made a scene. They put a man on me instead.

He appeared at my elbow with a drink I hadn't asked for and stayed there. When I drifted toward the far doors -- where Halvorsen's advance man stood checking his phone -- the man drifted with me. Smiling. Steering. Saying nothing.

I caught the advance man's eye across the room. He looked at me. He looked at the hand near my arm. He looked away.

Four years of building a name, and Adrian had turned me back into a note in a…