or his chronic stomach ulcers had pulled him into a dea

from under the cov

gating the dim room with newly recovered clarity, she approach

t code she had memorized from the cadence of his taps the n

traight to the

Floor. Board of Directors Investment Confi

ise Tower. Wils

ed into a faded gray turtleneck sweater, black canvas pants, and worn sneakers. She strapped a slender steel chisel to the

Street, the early morning fog of Los A

ing detail. She didn't call a cab; a paper trail was the last thing she needed. Relying on the auditory memories she had

at the foot of the Shelto

the smoggy sky like monolithic blades. High above the polished granite entr

pire her "broke

modified V12 engine tore through the morning traffic. A cherry-red Ferrari 812 Superfast

stepped out, clad in a blush-pink Chanel tweed

air and sharp, predatory jawline radiated cold menace. From the whispers of the bowing security guards, Bryn

ses, her gaze scanning the plaza before fr

grinding glass. "Jax, look over there. Isn'

on crossed his face. "A blind girl from the East LA slums, wandering outside the

er heels announcing her approach. She blocked Brynn's path

d my insurance company offered wasn't enough? You track

pupils drift into an empty, unfocused stare behind her dark le

'm looking for a man named Armond. A neighbor told me he got a janitorial job

orial

t echoed across the plaza, drawing glanc

her alligator-skin purse and slapped it hard against Brynn's chest. "Take your lunch money and crawl back to your cardbo

Brynn. His sharp gaze traveled down her slender neck

long the inside of the thumb and the index knuckle. Those were not the

r smirk curling his lips. "If she's looki

brother. "What? Why would we

warehouses," Jaxson whispered, his eyes never leaving Brynn. "Let's see how our dear futur

defenseless blind girl while testing Armond's loyalty

ic nails digging mercilessly into Brynn's forearm, dragging her toward

allowed a single, lethal smil

ometric security after all. The vultures had just