I stumbled across something I wasn’t supposed to discover. I saw something I wasn’t meant to see, and now I’m an alibi for a killer.

He’s the most feared and powerful man in the New York underworld. I don’t have a choice but to do as he says.

But he commands so much more than just my testimony.

Aghast, I look from the cause of the noise to the men in the alley. The man loosened his hold on Mr. Lewis. My boss lies on his side next to his briefcase, staring at me with wide, glassy eyes.

“F#ck,” the bulky man says, snarling as he trains his gaze on me.

Heatwaves of shock run through my body, propelling me back into action even as I lock eyes with the killer. Something passes between us—the knowledge that I’m done for. The way in which he tilts his head holds a strange kind of apology.

I don’t think. If I do, I’m dead. I spin on my heel and run.

The stocky man’s words follow me like a demon’s promise down the dark street.

“Get her and finish her.”