ieces of the check. The blood

avy leather chair next to him. The cha

rence room, his heavy footsteps echoing down

see the metal doors slide completely shut. Th

around and glared at Marcus

t now," Courtland ordered, his voice harsh and bre

gers tapped rapidly across the glass screen.

ard had a single one-dollar charity donation processed late last night. After that, we received a formal legal notice from her

s the information. He pulled at his collar. "Tra

ed a direct number to an internal co

"The number has been completely deactivated, sir. They wiped it

d's chest. He turned and marched toward the

oors of the master bedroom. He walked straight to the m

letely empty. There were no clothes, no shoes, not even a single st

He dialed the direct, encrypted line to the m

Courtland barked into the phone. "I want h

. He paced the length of his corporate office, checking the heavy watch on his wrist again and agai

was on the line, his vo

el contact I have, but she is a ghost. There are no hotel bookings

whiskey glass from his desk and hurled it across the room. It sm

ng open. His close friend, Rex Holloway

ump you?" Rex asked, a m

a stupid hiding game," he snapped. "She wi

with zero money doesn't just vanish f

ike of doubt pierced his arrogance, mak

wood, a black Maybach pulled into the secure u

alked into the private elevator and

President, Donovan Finch, bowed his head slightly

iss Stephenson'. She clipped it

g windows. She looked down at the spra

tion. She had completely shed the skin of