ats were wider than her bed back in the trailer

ests until her fingers ached. She had never been on a plane. Every v

tal tumbler of scotch in his ha

We're en route. S

. Like a u

urbulence. The cabin droppe

hands flying up

d at her, unimpressed. "Physics, M

iPad. "Sir, the wardrobe

that cost more than Elara's life savings. He glanced up at h

, go straight to Neiman Marcu

s,

lara with his glass. "Burn it all. The jeans,

er her chest. "These are

are about to meet Arthur Sterling. If you walk in lookin

u can just dress u

f the long-lost granddaughter. You look the part, you act the part. In exchange,

ive thousand d

he thought about leverage. Five thousand dollars was a passport. It was a retainer

h jobs that would expose her. She needed t

she asked, her

an said. "Di

s. She looked him in the eye.

of his lips. "Within reason. If I see a s

the window at the Boston skyline rising from

ment?" Julian asked, standing

ulan," Elar

e ice in his eyes cracked. "Mulan went to war," he sa

. Two black sedans wer

pped into the wind. "I'll meet you there. I have a me

ra standing in the wind, feeling smalle