eyboard. The code on the screen scro

eral Hospital. D

lyn's head for six months. It was the ultimate guilt trip, the reas

o the outside world, a hardline connection that bypassed any wireless jammers. She plugged in. The signal was clean and fast.

d his lat

: Excessive alcohol consump

ugh escaped her lips. He wasn't dying. He just h

nd accounts. She found the transfers. Hundreds of thousands

he bank statements. The photos of him on a

he Trust Board. To the SEC

, a scream tore t

e was a siren. "You bas

nd walked out onto the landing.

s trying to shield his face, looking confused. Then

Gracelyn. He saw th

He pushed Elena as

didn't need to speak. The

Break down that door! I don't care if

uards pulled their guns.

room. She shoved the dres

h

ered. They were

h

w. They were on the third floor. It w

call 911. No Service. The

hand reached through the h

s dull, useless, but it was all she had. She stood wi

glass behind

ing white light washed over Gracelyn, cas

her eyes, spi

awn, the wind from its rotors whipping the curta

e crumpled as two armored SUVs rammed th

re followed by uniformed NYPD officers holding a warrant. They moved like water-fluid, unstoppable. In

stopped. The guards in the hall

down. The centra

ine step

tly knotted. He didn't look like a warlord; he l

ies down, his gaze locked onto Gra

He just pointed

opped the l

shouting, waving his arms. "This

m under him. Richard hit the gravel hard. Marcus placed a boot on

celyn's father without even glanc

r was kicked open. But this time, it f

he frame. He looked at the broken furniture

calm over the sound of the helico