look on Claire's face in that diner. He didn't know why he was thinking about it. Hayes had called him right after she left. Hayes had be

dull thud. He stood up and walked to the window, looking down at the city below. He felt a tight, burning s

uzzed his assistant. "Cancel my lu

eap apartment, crying over the money she had lost by selling th

t was on the top floor of a converted factory. The floors were scarred pine, the walls exposed bri

had signed the lease an hour ago. The landlord hadn't cared about her lack of

harp blazer, stilettos that clicked like machine guns on the floor, and carrying an oversized tote bag overflowin

there in her wet jeans and canvas shoes, looking like a ghost. Vivian dropped her bag. She didn't say a word. She

into her hair. "Three years, Claire. You

ing her face in Vivian's sha

swiping at the dark circles under Claire's eyes. "I swear, if you came here to tell me you'r

id. Her voice was calm. There w

ause she let out a long breath and dropped her hands. "Good. Because I have a repu

e opened it and took out the black case. She carried it over to the large wooden tabl

he glanced down at the case. She froze. T

ack to photography? You haven't shot professionally i

at the window, framing the sky. The metal was cool an

eye pressed to the viewfind

dy. She didn't ask if she was sure. She reached into her tote bag and pulled out

ill have the eye," Vivian

kpack again and pulled out a smaller, encrypted har

stop working, Viv. I just couldn't publish. I shot everything. The galas.

She reached out and touched it with one manicured fingernail. "You're kidding," she

at the drive. "They're raw. They need

en. "Plug it in," she demanded. "Plug it in right now. W

terrupted. "A big one. I want

re. The calculated PR machine was back in her eyes. "A secret show. Unannoun

fire escape. She adjusted the aperture. She felt the familiar click of the mechanics inside the m