e Chanel suit and into simple, comfortable clothes, then poured herself a glass of bourbon. No one in the Barron family k

feeling wasn't defeat. It was clarity. If you want something done, d

victim seeking aid, she would appr

pulled up the file on the U.S.-Pan

r, a radical environmentalist disguised as a waiter. The poison, a rare, slow

felt its effects after the gala, it was too late

to orchestrate events so that she was the one who discovered the threat,

e'd be treated as a lu

The front door was closed,

t-end concierge service in D.C. Tell them I want a seat at the

vailable for anonymous, high-stakes bidders-a

tinel Consulting.' They guarantee they can g

trust. No connection to any Barron accounts." The m

be suspicious. She needed a cover to inve

Logistics. They had just won the contract to transport and store some of the b

stock. Within days, she was a significant, silent shareholder. That

w her appearance at such a public ev

he guest room, she packed the last of her personal belo

vorce papers are on the bed. You have one week to s

unknown to the Barrons. For the first time since their marriage, Giles had no address, accou

the estate to find the guest room

e finality of her text message. A raw, unfamil

!" he roared into the phone. "Find Elenor Moran! Use

chart for Swift Logistics tick upward. A new message f

dent smile to

onic' Sloane had given her. She studied the French label again. Her memory,

r would be sued into oblivion when it was revealed the ingredie

the poison she'd offered was far more sinister than she

fully placed it inside an evidence bag and se

o do. The chessboard was set. The hunter a