Page 156 of Black Reign

I let my eyes travel naturally across the reception while my pulse pounds beneath the collar of my shirt.

She’s watching.

Somewhere.

A glass rises near the far bar.

A blonde laughs beside one of Kane’s teammates.

A brunette kisses her husband’s cheek.

Nothing.

Everything.

Drew moves beside me.

“She knows who you are.”

Not a question.

I look at him.

His eyebrows lift.

“Oh, shit.”

“Don’t.”

“You got made.”

“Travers.”

“You got completely made.”

I walk away from him before homicide becomes part of the reception.

NULL vibrates again.

VESPER: I guess I finally caught my first Ghost.

I step onto the terrace.

Cooler air hits my face.

The Pacific is black beyond the cliffs now, wedding lights shimmering across the surface below.

GHOST: You found my name. That isn’t the same thing as catching me.

VESPER: Isn’t it?

Then:

VESPER: I drank your Scotch.

My gaze drops instinctively toward the table inside.

VESPER: Wore your jacket.