Chapter 37: Evelyn Scurr

Half past one in the morning. The eighty-eighth-floor executive suite at the Grand Hyatt Marina. River Lyson stood before the floor-to-ceiling windows, a silver windproof lighter clenched in his hand. He had tossed his jacket onto the sofa long ago, and his shirt sleeves were rolled to his forearms. Outside, the Goldwater River looked like a ribbon laid with gold leaf, stretching from beneath his feet to the edge of the horizon. Across the river, the Bund Architecture Complex stood in silence,...