Chapter 4 · free to read
The banquet was over. The nightmare had a fresh menu.
Twenty years buys a man the benefit of the doubt. It also buys him twenty years of somewhere to hide it.
In my old kitchen, a bad review cost me a star. Here it costs a pulse.
Bitter almond. Faint, buried under ginseng — but I'd know that smell in my sleep. He'd hidden it well. Not well enough.
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