e of the Bartlett Group, Anders stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows. He

copy of the divorce agreement. The sickening feel

own on the intercom butto

pushed the door open. Marcus kept his head down, imm

" Anders ordered, his voice cold and lethal. "Freeze her Centurion

sed to luxury. The second she realized she couldn't buy a meal or boo

d, quickly backing out of the

the office. He didn't even knock. He was s

d. "Are the c

he banks. The supplementary cards and the black card... sh

had always assumed she was using his money

't just ignore your cards. An hour ago, Aretha transferred and liquidated eve

e nearly snapped the expensi

his lungs. She wasn't throwing a tantru

alite, every hotel owner, every contact in New York. If anyone g

he sky opened up. A freezing winter rain began

ted, failing body down th

f a familiar, weathere

ged back into the billionaire lifestyle six years ago, th

front door, the tightly wound string holdin

aline dropped, the p

in her stomach surged

. Cold sweat instantly soaked through her thin

e doorbell. But her vision was already swimming w

mp hit her gut. Her le

collapsed heavily onto the

nst her stomach. A low, agonizing whimper tore from her thr

the chipped wooden door sudden

er, stepped out wearing a faded w

led by the dark shape

of the streetlamp. When he recognized the pale, lifeless face

hand. Empty soda cans clatter

ed, a sound of pure, h

ud. His large, calloused hands shook violently

d toward the inside of the

r of the Finch house became her final sanctuary, shutting