(Vaughn)
I woke up in my hotel room to an email notification on my phone.
New schedule from HR.
I opened it and scrolled through. Night shifts. All of them. For the next month. And I was restricted to certain floors. If Sloane was scheduled anywhere, I had to leave.
This was my life now. Working nights. Avoiding my own wife. Living in a hotel room that smelled like old carpet and cleaning products.
All because of Kieran.
My phone rang. Mark.
"Donovan agreed to meet," he said. "Today at two. But he wants to meet at his house. Says he has documents there that he can't risk carrying around."
"Where does he live?"
"Ballard. I'll text you the address."
"I'll be there."
I hung up and looked around my hotel room. Another night here would cost me one hundred and twenty dollars. My savin
