t was a bland, gray Ford, the kind you forget the mo
drive, Agent Miller?" I a
he rearview mirror. His eyes were sharp, constantly scanning. "All clear, Ms. Fuller. Agen
ood
n years since I' d left this small town with an MIT scholarship and a burning need to escape. Now, I was Gabrielle Fuller, lead engineer for N
nt, heavy weight, a necessity dictated by a non-disclosure agreement thicker than a phone book. My work on the life support sys
s Steakhouse," his newest, most expensive venture. Matthew, the high school quarterback who' d bullied m
t him cheating on a physics final and reported him to the principal. He' d gotten a suspension,
a text from Anthony Ow
ou' re flying in. Let me know if you need a
Matthew' s malice. He' d landed a comfortable job at a local chemica
y of glass and chrome, completely out of place in o
rom here," I to
on standby. Panic button is in your coat po
t a twenty. As I walked toward the entra
ged in. Still can' t afford your own
mer cheerleader who clung to his arm like a designer handbag. He gestured with his t
e said, his voice loud enough for everyone arriving t
r classmates chuckled. T
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