At a glittering gala, a woman in an evening gown is found bound beneath the chandelier, bruised and barely conscious. When a man in a tuxedo sees her, the horror on his face hints that this was never just an attack.

Adrian took her hand. “Lisbon?” he asked quietly. Evelyn shook her head. “Not tonight.” A small smile touched her face—the same kind of smile she had given him beneath the chandelier, except this time there was no blood on her lips and no rope above her wrists. “Tonight we go home.” They stepped out of the conference room and turned off the lights. Behind them, the wooden box remained beneath the camera, waiting for investigators at dawn. Somewhere across an ocean, someone believed the old game of secrets had begun again. Evelyn knew better. This time, the secrets would have to come into the light to reach her.

END — A HAPPY ENDING, WITH THE DOOR STILL OPEN