Harvey knew exactly who ‘she’ was in Conrad’s threat—the grim, silent woman sitting right beside him.
A shiver ran down his spine. The call ended, the dial tone buzzing in his ear. Wiping a bead of cold sweat from his forehead, he swapped the cocktail for a glass of cider and handed it to Annika. “This one has almost no alcohol. Drink this instead.”
Annika took the glass and downed it in one go.
The tension between them made the factory managers so nervous they barely spoke. They only raised their glasses when Annika did, forcing smiles as they clinked hers.
After a second glass of cider, a flush spread across Annika’s cheeks. She pulled out her phone, puffed out her cheeks for a selfie, and quickly typed a caption: [Finally delivered the order! So incredibly happy. From now on, I’m relying on myself for everything.] She added a flexing-bicep emoji and posted it to Twitter.
Within two minutes, her post had several likes. One was from a high school classmate, and a comment appeared from someone named Tyler.
[What’s the big celebration?] he wrote. [Where are you?]
Annika replied instantly. [A bar.]
A second later, her phone was ringing. It was Tyler.
After she gave him the address and hung up, Harvey sensed disaster. He quickly forwarded the location to Hank.
By the time Hank and Conrad arrived at Bliss Bar, Tyler had already picked Annika up.

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