Desperate Pursuit

Sloane halted mid-stride and, following the woman’s stare, turned toward the elevator bank.

A bell chimed softly. The doors parted, and the man at the front of the small entourage stepped inside with unhurried grace.

Sloane caught a single glimpse of his profile before the others closed in around him.

The sight struck her like a jolt of electricity; she froze where she stood. Even at that distance