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       Chapter One

      One glance at the stained-glass dome told me the sky had greyed further. There was no way to judge actual sunlight or the weather itself, but I could definitely tell it had darkened.

      ‘Hey, pretty lady! You sending us home early? What’s the occasion?’

      I was already grinning when I turned and started towards Mario. One of the few overseers of labour I trusted to take care of business. ‘The glass man –’ I twirled my fingers at the overhead dome and smiled ‘– he likes to work in private.’

      I shrugged to show him I understood how silly it seemed.

      ‘He’s sensitive?’ Mario cocked his head and winked at me.

      A laugh burst free and I nodded, hoping against hope that Marcel Voorhees had yet to arrive.

      Wind whipped outside making the large automatic doors creak. All entrances to the Rotunda were sealed tight but for this one. The place was deserted for renovations. Renovations I was in charge of – a fact that made me reel from surprise daily.

      It was a big job. A big deal.

      ‘Better for you to get home early,’ I said, getting closer to Mario and his men. Don was a short, dark man with a thin moustache and dark, dark eyes. Mitchell was a college boy, tall and broad – the СКАЧАТЬ