ack of towels, she found a small, pink eyebrow razor. She slipped

he window, staring blankly at the lawn. She

d in. He wore a dark grey swe

"We are going to the

ate meant a chance to run. She stood u

he Maybach. K. Sterling d

ghts and the crowds of people. She calculated how fas

her hand and intertwined his fingers with

ut it," Hollis said, s

is palm. She hated it, bu

high-end private clinic

stroom," Carole said,

hall. Carole walked slowly, looking for a back exit. The h

und to walk ba

vator bank, she stopp

s. He wore a dark charcoal cashmere coat. His shoul

The scent of a very specif

e L

boy who died in the

rward. "Jose Lyn

ack. The elevator doors slid open. The man

d. Carole saw the sharp line of his ja

oors

heaved. Tears flooded her eyes.

. He saw Carole shaking, her fa

a full breath. It felt as if ice water had been poured directly into his lungs-a severe, physiologi

shoulders. "What

ead wildly. "Nothi

aw clenched tight. He hated the look in her eyes. He

r into the do

role didn't feel a thing. Her mind w

lt her racing heartbeat. He

n it. Now. The terms are better. Y

about the man in the wheelchair. If Jose

role sai

ut of the chair. He dragged her out of

d, his face inches from hers, "I will have your

he bit her cheek until she tasted blood. Th