message for five seconds, took a

anonymous cowards. She had spent five years investiga

trousers, took a town car arranged by the penthouse staff, and ar

akroom, a chorus of obsequious lau

holding a cup of artisanal coffee, surrounded by thr

up. "He's negotiating the purchase of an estate in Beverly Hills as a wedding gift for Fletcher an

med in with bre

an empty mug, and placed it

, blocking the path to the

mocked. "Did Adrian get tired of your little act and l

eaming into her cup with a steady hiss. She turned around,

nne," Ivana said calmly, lifting her mug. "Because if they ar

ker of panic darting across her eyes before she ma

without giving he

irs up to the rooftop terrace of the building. The terrace was

n, an agitated, hushed voice caught her ear

u I already pa

red. She stepped lightly onto the rubberized roof pavers

clutching her phone to her ear, her

. "You supplied the roofies and you paid off the front desk clerk to g

mplete silence, tapped the voice recorder app, and

oing twenty years in federal prison for armed bank robbery, we're both screwed! Fletcher thinks I'm a South African m

led into a cold,

deral prison. A comple

s the daughter of a convicted felon running

ear, high-definition audio file. She immediately uploade

the smok

lly to slip back to

ra

el on the roof paver, the sharp sound

oice cut of

d, her footsteps rushing towar