Chapter 96

Declan

By midnight I stop thinking of it as gossip.

By one in the morning I stop thinking of it as a coincidence.

By three I understand I am looking at an attack.

The numbers on the screen keep climbing in jumps.

214,000

389,000

612,000

801,443

I sit alone in my study watching the numbers rise in time. Manhattan looks cold outside my windows. For the time since Roxanne showed up at my gates I feel