Featuring: Victor Carl
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It must have been a hell of a night. One of those long,
dangerous nights where the world shifts and doors open. A
night of bad judgment and wrong turns, of weariness and
hilarity and a hard sexual charge that both frightens and
compels. A night where your life changes irrevocably, for
better or for worse, but who the hell cares, so long as it
It must have been a night
just like that, yeah, if only I could remember it.
All Victor Carl knows is that he’s just woken up with
his suit in tatters, his socks missing, and a stinging pain
in his chest thanks to a new tattoo he doesn’t remember
getting: a heart inscribed with the name Chantal Adair.
My apartment is trashed, my partnership is cracking
up, I’m drinking too much, flirting with reporters, sleeping
with Realtors. Frankly, I’m in desperate need of something
hard and clean in my life, and finding Chantal is all I
Is Chantal Adair the love of Victor’s
life or a terrible drunken mistake? Victor intends to find
out, but right now he’s got bigger concerns. His client, a
wanted man, needs to come in out of the cold, and he’s got a
stolen painting for Victor to use as leverage.
someone is not happy that the painting has surfaced. Or that
the client is threatening to tell all. Or that Victor is
sniffing around for information about Chantal Adair. The
closer Victor comes to figuring it all out, the deeper into
danger he falls, as the ghosts of the past return to claim
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