False Security

SLOANE

I LOCKED up the shop and let out a breath. Today had been hectic, but not as hectic as my thoughts had been. After leaving Rocco’s apartment this morning, I’d returned to my place to collect a shirt I’d forgotten to pack with Mick as an escort. He’d checked things out for me, reassuring me the place was as secure as it ever was.

“Ms. Navarro.”

I looked around when I heard my name. I glanced