Frequency

Three years. Twelve time zones. Forty-three minutes of sitting on the edge of a hotel bed in a buttoned jacket, not thinking about the man who ruined everything.Idris Thorne is very good at this. At composure. At reading every room he walks into—the sightlines, the exits, the exact weight of what no one is saying. He has rebuilt his career from the wreckage of a betrayal he still doesn't fully und...