FROM STREETS TO SUITES

Only Hope.

Harrison paced back and forth in his apartment, his phone gripped tightly in his hand. He had tried calling Quinn multiple times, only to be met with silence.

Each unanswered call, each unread message fueled his frustration. He couldn’t get through to Ivan either. Everyone seemed to have locked him out. The only person he could think of now, the only one who might listen was Eva.

His finger moved over her number. He knew calling her was risky. She was, after all, Ivan’s wife.

But he was desperate. He needed someone to hear him out before everything goes out of control.

Taking a deep breath, he pressed the call button. The phone rang twice before he heard her soft voice on the other end.

“Harrison?” Eva sounded surprised. “Is everything okay?”

“Eva, please—I need to see you,” he blurted out, his voice laced with desperation. “Just for a few minutes. It’s important.”

She hesitated, her silence making him worried. “I don’t know, Harrison. Ivan wouldn’t like it if he found out we met.”