Chapter 66

RONAN

Twenty hours.

Not even a full fucking day.

I stood by the giant glass window of my Chicago office, staring out at the skyline like it held the answers. The sun was low, casting golden slants of light across the hardwood floors. I hadn’t moved from this spot in the past hour. Maybe more. I couldn’t tell. I hadn’t even glanced at the files Mason left on the desk. I was supposed to be working.