The Price of Poison

"Harper, I'm working. I don't have time for you."

Leo forced a smile and tried to sound friendly, as if he and Harper were close.

"We can talk when I'm done, okay?"

Okay?

Like hell.

Harper's temper flared. If Leo walked out of the cafeteria alive today, then she wasn't Harper Vance.

She glanced around, spotted the entrance, and marched toward it.

Leo's hands shook with fear. The serving spoon slip