The Edge of the Abyss

The Gold Coast penthouse was silent when Daniel arrived at six in the evening. The fire in the black granite hearth was dark and cold. In the center of the kitchen island, beneath the warm pendant light, sat two sets of electronic keycards, a signed deed transfer waiver, and a single sheet of heavy white paper. Chloe was not there. Daniel walked through the vast, empty rooms, his footsteps echoing…