Chapter 8

Lower Manhattan. The black Chevrolet moved like a nimble fish, weaving through the traffic heading toward Wall Street.

Inside the car, the air was quiet, save for the subtle hum of tires rolling over asphalt.

Vivian sat in the passenger seat, her arms still locked tightly around her bag. Her breathing had slowly leveled out, but the trembling in her fingertips simply wouldn't stop. The sce