
Amari Sinclair's manicured fingers had never touched anything rougher than Egyptian cotton sheets, her inheritance from Sinclair Markets ensuring she'd never need to. From her Hollywood Hills balcony, Los Angeles sprawled beneath her like a kingdom she'd never bothered to explore. Seventeen miles east, Officer Natalie Taylor wiped sweat from her brow as she radioed for backup, her S.W.A.T. vest heavy against her shoulders. The city that separated them might as well have been an ocean-until the day it wasn't.All Rights Reserved