hitting the marble stairs ech
red, rhythmic, and
nuine leather sofa in the
together as he watched his adopted daughter descend the stairs
hurried down the
udly to Howard about how Alondra ha
iskey glass down on t
ce red with fury, yelling that Alondra had just ruin
the opposite side o
his glass. In less than three seconds, her trained mind processed t
ing laugh esc
ose the raw human desperation underneath. "That man, Vince Pollock? His micro-expressions, the unnatural sweat on his brow, and the panicked look in his dead eyes tell me h
ace draine
od to be true, but his massive ego refused to let him admit t
s chest, asserti
lared that she was stripped of the Frank name
out from behi
ce. With Alondra gone, she was the sole he
into his tailor
bit card and tossed it onto the expensive P
ward sneered. "Buy a bus ticket and crawl back t
r arms, her lips
," Brenda added sharply. "Go en
glance at the plasti
hem with a mixture of profou
fted he
ame down hard on the debit card. The pneck vein
ty guards to come in and
front do
into the living room. One of them reached
right foot back a
ist, twisted it against the joint, and us
ed heavily into the
afening crash. The man groaned, rolling in the shards. The
nda, and Ch
falling onto the sofa to
usted off
Howard, who was s
ndra stated, using precise, high-level Wall Street terminology. "Your
ath caught i
ith the classified financial data she just casu
a turn
er coats in the closet. She picked up the faded, w
the front do
oulder one last time.
door open and let it
e's hysterical screaming an
ook a dee
lungs. The physical sensation grounded her, solidifyi
wide, tree-lined ave
sifting through the lies the Franks had told her
whipped down
tion, but she kept her spine per
k Range Rover
e, splashing dirty water th
ra st
e rear window was halfway down. Even from a distance, the harsh, flickering streetlights illuminated the terrifying silhoue

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