her weight on her right foot. The swelling had g
but the account was active. She needed a temporary debit
through the door as he conducted a video conference
being stealthy, completely unaware that the moment her door clicked shut, Hiram had already signaled Alex. The highly trained security assis
exhilarating. She navigated the crowded sidewalks, found a Ch
k, the sky had already turned the color of bruised plum. Stree
ollar bills into her bag. She pulled up the map on
pendence that she didn't notice the erratic, swayin
e turned down a narrow alleyway
was busted, leaving the middle section bathed in sha
ace-a nauseating mix of cheap, st
, blocking her path. Mickey O'Connell ha
She gripped the strap of her crossbody bag so hard her knuckles tu
wet, guttural l
d clamped down on her upp
ll her might, but the difference in physical s
s. He yanked her hard, dragging her deeper
being trapped while the fire consumed her-rushed back. But th
beg. She
crossbody bag like a weapon, smas
t above the eye. Skin tore. Blood instof her arm, drew his hand back, and slap
lms scraped raw against the rough asphalt. A shar
th hot against her neck. His thick hands grabbed the col
ns. Her fingers clawed desperately at the cracks in the paveme
, explosive light flooded the alley. The deafening screech of tires tearing against asphalt echoed off the brick walls as Hiram, wh
. He threw a hand over his eyes, his as
as kicked open before th
the blinding light. The air in the alley instan
nging tears, Antoinette recogniz
as H
aced by a crushing wave of relief. Her throat
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