nt had retired and the old house had settled

t accounted for. A dangerous one. But his potential consciousness didn't change her own miss

ent in her suitcase, she retrieved her other skin. A sleek, black tactical suit that fit

dow. The woman staring back was not the timid Nix Tuck

he door. She slid open the heavy glass of the French window that led to a s

ne facade of the mansion. She moved down the wall, silent and swift, her feet finding holds invisible in the darkness. She knew the estate's security la

e property line and melted into th

was

as not un

umiliation had been simmering just beneath the surface, a low, burning fire. He c

camouflaged on the exterior window frame of her roo

e just hadn't realized how s

"Miles," he said, his voice a low growl. "Target is mobile. She's left the estate on foot, hea

voice came back, c

s team wasn't enough. It felt passive. After the day he'd had, he needed more. He ne

ision w

a black hoodie, and a baseball cap pulled low. He slipped out of the medical wing through a hidden pan

e wheel and pulled up a tracking app on the car's integrated display. The signal was strong and steady. This morning

l. He saw her emerge from the woods and get into a waiting car-a standard ride-s

ehind. He watched as she had the car drop her two blocks fr

ferent woman emerged. She wore a long coat, her hair was now a short, platinum blonde wi

fessi

is wife, walked confidently to the entrance of a

ysian

ereign Bay's underworld. A neutral ground where deals we

try-mouse wife w

hed his lips. The game had just b