was in the back of a yellow cab, the Kirk
river asked, eyeing her
aid, her voice hoa
re. You
her neck, her fingers closing around the one thing she had
take this?" she asked. "It
en at the desperation in her eyes.
lutch. Constance's name lit up the screen. Ana's thumb pre
ts dangling from Ana's window. Preston Kirk's roar of fury could be heard
tch ran!" she shrie
curity network. Every private eye, every off-duty cop on t
. The flashing billboards and swarms of people were the perfect cam
e and dialed a numb
was groggy, thous
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the morning here." Giselle Dixon
, a rapid-fire summary
all him. He'll pick you up. Go to this address." She gave Ana the location of a pr
weet, washed over A
Giselle said. "And
o men in sharp, dark suits, scanning the crowd. One of them held up a
is's
pulled the hood of a stolen sweatshirt ov
eets, ducked into a 24-hour diner, and watched from a
nto the subway, the screech of the train
d to a quiet, cobblestoned street. She found the called
le
ing. The space was filled wit
garage door slammed shut behind her,
ights flickered on,
ntage Porsche, a
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aunted. "Why'd y
as a
king a slow step toward her. "My guys had a chat wit
out of her lung
the cold brick wall, the impact knocking the breath from her. His face was
breath hot and foul, "yo
an escape. But there was nothing. Only the cold wall
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