Eileen walked steadily along the quiet streets, the city lights stretching across Hudson Yards in the distance.
Her footsteps were unhurried.
Even.
The night air was cool against her skin.
Then—
Footsteps.
Faster.
Closer.
Eileen’s pace didn’t change.
But her senses sharpened slightly.
Someone was following her.
—
Earlier that evening…
Adrian had left the Vances Building shortly after the meeting ended.
The atmosphere...