The Replacement Wife

th a soft, final thud, leaving the

ked out the heavy oak-and-steel door, he had looked back at her with a chilling reminder. "The master suite is yo

like that was

ng grid of distant stars. Her heart hammered against her ribs. She didn't trust Marcus, and she certainly didn't trust the gil

e flooring, she slipped out of the master suite

art sensors overhead didn't light up automatically, plunging the corridor into sh

m, a home theater. But at the very end of the hall, half-hi

ity keypad glowed wit

just a standard code entry; it required a retinal sc

in the penthouse caused the smart wall panel to glitch. The screen flashed, resetting i

dding date-the numbers still fresh in her mi

ro

irthday from his pub

ro

mb accidentally grazed the side of the scanner panel, hitting a hidden physic

ic hiss echoed d

ck into the architecture, revea

t cut through the dark, illuminating what looked like a high-tech private archive. Rows of server to

the desk and sho

ning into a sharp gasp

files. At the top of the pile was a glossy portrait of a woman with long dark hair, smilin

d with a name that made Maya's blood run

surveillance photo taken outside her ap

a midnight

oice cut through the dar

g, leaving them illuminated only by the cold blue glow of the server racks. Marcus stood leanin