Gabriel hated this city. He hated the noise, the filth, the smell of money rotting on the sidewalks. He had sworn he would never come back after leaving with Star on the private jet. He thought that chapter was closed for good. But Star had asked him, almost begged him, and there was nothing he could deny her.
For their plan to work, there had to be no loose threads and no witnesses. Gabriel didn't want to return to this city or deal with anyone connected to Star's old life, but here he was anyway, standing outside a lawyer's office because she had asked for a favor.
Walter stepped out of the building a few minutes later, shoulders heavy, eyes tired, the grief still clinging to him. Gabriel followed from a distance. His height alone let him blend into shadows; people moved out of his path without even realizing why.
