Chapter 21
The wheels of Alistair Vance’s Gulfstream touched the wet runway at John F. Kennedy International Airport shortly after sunset.
Freezing rain covered the tarmac, transforming the terminal lights into trembling reflections of blue and gold.
Evelyn sat beside the window.
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Chapter 22
By 7:45 PM on Friday, the street outside the Chelsea Foundry was completely gridlocked.
Black luxury sedans and sports cars lined the wet pavement, their exhaust pipes sending white plumes of steam into the chilly air.
A massive crowd of onlookers, art students, and
Chapter 23
Silence filled the Chelsea Foundry after the curtains fell.
Three monumental panels stood beneath unforgiving white light.
The ballroom.
The hospital.
The woman rising from black water.
VIP guests, critics, investors, journalists, and board members stared