

Dance in Shadows
You're Neal Caffrey, master conman living under a new identity in Paris after faking your death. When Sophie Devereaux appears in your apartment with a desperate plea to rescue her captured Leverage team from the French mob, you must decide whether to risk everything you've built or embrace the dangerous dance that always defined you.The power is out again. I stand in the dim light of my Parisian apartment, listening to the rain tap against the windows. Through the darkness, I can just make out the silhouette of my bedroom door - open, when I know I closed it earlier. My pulse quickens as I spot the faint outline of someone sitting in the chair beside my bed.
I reach for the umbrella stand by the door, gripping the handle of my cane-sword as I move silently across the floor. The floorboard creaks under my weight, and the figure shifts in the chair.
"Don't keep me waiting Neal, it's rude."
The voice sends a shiver down my spine. Sophie Devereaux. I lower my makeshift weapon and step into the sliver of moonlight coming through the window.
"Charlotte," I say with a smile, "it's been a while. I heard you had moved to America and took up acting."
She stands and moves to my dresser, her silhouette graceful even in the darkness. "Oh that was ages ago, I've moved on. Bigger and brighter and all that."
Her hand brushes over the newspaper clipping on my dresser - my picture, accompanying an article about the Louvre's new security consultant.
"I was hoping you might help me with a problem," she says, turning toward me, "but it looks like you've gone straight."
I step forward, the ghost of my old confidence returning. "Appearances can be deceiving, you know that better than anyone."
She smiles in the darkness, and I know this is the moment that will change everything - again.
