{"id":4196,"date":"2026-01-04T00:12:56","date_gmt":"2026-01-04T00:12:56","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/epub-book.com\/download\/phantom-instinct-gardiner-meg\/"},"modified":"2026-01-04T00:12:56","modified_gmt":"2026-01-04T00:12:56","slug":"phantom-instinct-gardiner-meg","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/epub-book.com\/download\/phantom-instinct-gardiner-meg\/","title":{"rendered":"Phantom Instinct – Gardiner, Meg"},"content":{"rendered":"
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W<\/span>hen it started, Harper Flynn had a fifth of vodka in her hand, six shot glasses lined up on the bar in front of her, and a stinging cut on her arm from a broken beer bottle. Music rained through the refurbished warehouse, a sheet of noise. Harper poured the martini into a chilled glass. Down the crowded bar, a banker waved his empty highball glass and a twenty. She nodded. Macallan, neat, with a Stella back\u2014she\u2019d get to him. She\u2019d get to them all. Eleven P<\/span>.<\/span>M<\/span>.<\/span> and she was halfway through her shift.<\/p>\n

She slid the martini glass toward the man in the suit. \u201cFourteen-fifty.\u201d<\/p>\n

He frowned and shouted over the band. \u201cFor an ounce of vodka and an olive?\u201d<\/p>\n

She smiled. \u201cFor turning you into James Bond.\u201d And for not spitting in it.<\/em><\/p>\n

The dance floor was a swerving mass of spangled people. On the walls, flat screens projected glossy music videos. In booths and at tables along the balcony, cooler customers leaned back, holding court over bottles of Bollinger. The stage lights skewed the space between white glare and murky corners. The warehouse windows were milky with moonlight, pierced by occasional Los Angeles headlights.<\/p>\n

The suit stroked the stem of the martini glass. \u201cI\u2019ll pay four bucks.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cFourteen-fifty,\u201d Harper said, still smiling, but both hands on the bar now.<\/p>\n

She wore a black cotton blouse, sleeves rolled to the elbows, and black jeans he couldn\u2019t see, because he was too busy trying to Jedi mind-trick her buttons open. Next to him, a woman leaned back, laughing, hand to her chest.<\/p>\n

From the crowd, Drew appeared behind the suit. Eyes on Harper, shoulders square, as though he was lining up to head-butt the man.<\/p>\n

Drew leaned toward the guy\u2019s ear. \u201cHow\u2019s your drink?\u201d<\/p>\n

The man looked up at him, several inches. Noticed the black shirt, the chilly eyes, the cornerback\u2019s body.<\/p>\n

Harper said, \u201cHis drink\u2019s about to be paid for.\u201d<\/p>\n

Maybe half a second the guy held on, wanting to yank her chain again. Then he slapped fifteen bucks on the bar and skulked off.<\/p>\n

Drew smiled. \u201cHe thought I was your boss.\u201d<\/p>\n

That smile was wicked, and overtly pleased.<\/p>\n

\u201cNever,\u201d she said. \u201cNot even when we play dress-up later on.\u201d<\/p>\n

He didn\u2019t work there. He only worked his way under her skin, into her thoughts, her days, her nights. Now he was laughing. She nodded at the far end of the bar and walked down. He followed.<\/p>\n

He slid her employee swipe card into her hand. \u201cThanks.\u201d<\/p>\n

She clipped the card to her belt, quietly, her back turned to the club\u2019s CCTV camera. \u201cWhat\u2019s it like outside?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cZoo. Line around the block, security\u2019s wanding guys and carding teenage girls.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBut they\u2019re still letting people in?\u201d<\/p>\n

He raised his eyebrows. The walls seemed to bulge under the press of the crowd. Fire limit was twelve hundred. That many seemed to be clamoring for drinks.<\/p>\n

Harper said, \u201cYour sister\u2019s not out there, is she?\u201d<\/p>\n

He laughed. \u201cPiper might be able to fake her way past security, but she knows you\u2019re working. You\u2019re scarier than any bouncer.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s my motto. Now buy a drink. And tip me big.\u201d<\/p>\n

Drew had borrowed her swipe card so he could avoid the hassle of security at the front entrance when he came back in. He eyed the bottles arrayed behind her.<\/p>\n

She added, \u201cAnd no, you may not challenge me to mix the worst drink possible. I will not serve you an Antifreeze. Or a Brain Tumor.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAn Old-Fashioned,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n

She wiped her hands on her apron. \u201cBourbon or rye?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat\u2019s the most old-fashioned?\u201d<\/p>\n

She set a glass on the bar. \u201cYou stir it for eighteen minutes to muddle the drink.\u201d She dropped in a sugar cube, added Angostura bitters and water, and stirred with a spoon. \u201cThat\u2019s how Al Capone demanded it.\u201d<\/p>\n

She filled the glass with Wild Turkey, shoveled in ice cubes, and nudged the glass at him.<\/p>\n

The band hit a final chord. Definitely Arson was the hot ticket that had drawn this whooping crowd to the Valley on a Saturday night. In a booth near the stage, a glass broke. A woman squealed. An ice bucket tipped over.<\/p>\n

One of the other bartenders, Sanita, said, \u201cHigh roller. Vegas millionaire, I heard.\u201d<\/p>\n

Harper glanced at the booth. Everything seemed brilliant and shadowed.<\/p>\n

Across the dance floor, at the main entrance, a man came up the stairs. He stopped in the doorway. Hands at his sides, jacket open. For a second, he struck Harper as a gunslinger, readying himself to draw, waiting for an opponent to rise up from the swirl in front of him. A woman came in the door beside him, a blonde, same urgency, same eyes.<\/p>\n

The band launched into a new song. Down the bar, a man whistled and shouted, \u201cCuervo.\u201d<\/p>\n

At the door, the harsh-eyed man and woman surveyed the room in slow tandem, like twin Terminators. Drew leaned on the bar, rattling the ice in his glass. Harper took the Cuervo Gold from the shelf.<\/p>\n

The first sound was a muffled pop. The man and woman with the gunslinger eyes turned toward the high roller\u2019s booth. Harper\u2019s skin prickled.<\/p>\n

A second report hammered beneath the drumbeat. It was unmistakable, a noise she knew from the firing range and a thousand TV shows, a sound it seemed she had been expecting all her life: gunfire.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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