ning table. She sliced into the perfectly cooked,

o her crystal water glass,

nths ago through her underground network as 'Vesper'. She had paid a private inve

Several high-resolution

Dawson and the woman with Angelita's profile. They were walking throu

e image. The digital timestamp glowed brightly.

n while she was bleeding on the steering wheel, Charlene felt no heartbreak. Her pulse

the ki

d uploaded them to her private,

steak, wiped her mouth with a line

back into the master bedroom. She stood i

torage room and grabbed a roll

cashmere sweaters, the conservative silk pajamas, the modest cardigans. Every sing

p in her fists and shoved them vio

e white slippers. She swept them off the sh

closet was half empty. Only a few

the wall. Two maids appeared in the do

the four bulging tra

urn them," she ordered. "Or donat

high-end designers poking out of the plastic. They stoo

ed the thick plastic knot of the he

She hauled it out of the bedroom and violently

ud echoed do

usiness dinner, was halfway up the sta

the expensive silk spilling out onto the flo

two at a time. He marched tow

ntrum going to end?" he

him with bored eyes. "I have amnesia. I don't

tepped forward, raising his hands to grab

tlessly. She reached into her

oto and shoved the screen

contracted sharply. For a fraction of a second,

urved into a shar

ement," she said, her voice ringing clear and cold in the hallway. "I w