the blonde by the d

tically an eternity." Skye

lanced back at the silent gallery, a radiant smile playing on her lips. She tapped the touch panel by

rewell ceremony," Skye l

cherry-red Ferrari convertible, t

ily scoffed, toying with the

le her hair. "Darling, is there any

pe the Liberty Be

grew serious. "Since we're r

tically. "Whatever

unting with a promise to keep in touch. Skye watch

h the window of a passing black Cadillac. For a moment, Skye'

house, two well-dressed men exa

nt," the older man grinned. "

ive on Interpol's most wante

es as they discussed how to "clip the wi

ed them. "Sir, a

ontents. "Excellent. Perhaps it's time to ensur

s the man found a note in the package.

unt. Consider all debts paid in fu

rumpling the note. "They think they can

ed, wiping blood from his eyes. The mixed-race man, who had been quiet, pulled his comp

r pursuers, enraged by Skye's acceleratio

ari, seemingly about to fly off the road, made a 180-degree spin with a de

unexpected maneuver, collided in a chain reaction as the lead car hesitated. Several high-end spo

aughed, flipping off their battered pursuers

er resting on the door. Those who dared insult her paid the pri

ike, by the way, and he's Will," the blond man, now identified as Mike, exci

"Get out." She hit the brakes. She st

m anywhere, with no sign of civilization. Was she rea

Skye, "Thank you so much. Here's my card. If you ever need anything, please don't

, she smirked. This guy was wordy but missing the point. Sh

gas money? And wasn't their offer of future assistance worth more than a hundred d