Chapter 85
“I’m so sorry, Kate. I should never—”
She put a hand on Paul’s arm to stop him as they rode back up to the offices. He’d been waiting for them at the garage elevator beneath Rockefeller Center. They all barely fit inside.
“If you think you can control a force of nature like Rikka Albert, you haven’t a clue what she’s like. The question now is where are they taking her?” She and Sam had shed their scorched jackets in a dumpster in Central Park. A quick brush of her hair had knocked off the worst of the ash.
When they reached her offices, the sun had just risen to the east and washed over Harold still asleep in her office chair. The man was so cute. As she watched him, he awoke. Quietly, neatly, no big ordeal; just one moment asleep, the next awake and studying her through hea
