BENEATH THE BILLIONAIRE'S SECRET

n as Jordan checked the mirrors for signs of a tail, even as the city lights bl

proof she had b

e hard part-wha

as he drove. "We can't

d to him.

ound the wheel. "A few hacked files on the internet? He'l

e have bank trans

pt officials ready to discredit everythin

hard drive. He wasn't wrong. Va

something b

it hi

the press?

ve this to a journalist, Vasquez's team wil

aced. There ha

ced in her memory

. A straight cop in a crooked syste

ound his number in an old emai

ed. "Who are

ight actually

hit

rang onc

ce answered

tective, my name is Elena Ramire

lence on the

tone had shifted, careful

ainst Vasquez Hotel

as sharp. "Not over the

d a look with

low voice, he said, "Pier 1

ne wen

hate when people

"Good thing I

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ht – P

from the bay. Elena pulled her jacket tighter around her as she approa

near a rusted shippi

f exhaustion marked his face, and his eyes c

lled the hard drive from her

, turning it o

st me?"

ather

ed a small device from his pocket and plugged the har

s face

hrough line after line of illegal wire transfe

s Chr

arms. "Enough to

right away. He exhale

tels. There are names in here. Judges, politicians, la

ed. She had expected

have no idea how many peo

"Then we don't giv

oment. Then he nodded. "We go

ut his phon

said. "Tell the Feds

eath caugh

ger than she

You need to disap

iffened.

's people will find you. You need

again. Hiding again. But

dded.

last look. "Your fat

e in a long time,