Once I have more information, I'll try to help you find what you're looking for.

“Then you know why I’m here.”

At 3 a.m., Riley broke into Lena’s apartment. The place was pristine except for one thing—a photograph tucked under the mattress. Lena and a dark-haired woman with sharp cheekbones and a jaw like cut glass. On the back, in Lena’s handwriting: “Sloane. Don’t trust anyone else.”