windows of the Scott family estate, casting

r left temple had been freshly replaced with

d in carrying a bowl of steaming steel-cut oatmeal. His eyes

t to you?" Dilan as

It doesn't matter anymore, Dilan. Have a car brou

u need bed rest! Whatever it is, I c

with an icy, lethal focus. "Some trash

ive boardroom of Sharp Enterprises, Kenneth sat a

ting a falsified "remedial strategy"

tors across Manhattan searching every luxury hotel for Fri

in. "Enough. Call the NYPD Economic Crimes Di

double doors of the boardroom were

ive in the r

aring dark sunglasses that perfectly concealed the bandage on he

edon, his hands tucked casu

chair, his eyes lockin

inting a trembling finger. "Security! Who let

f the boardroom table, pulled a titanium flash drive from her p

e stark white gauze on her temple. Her eyes

d, her voice ringing through the room. "Let's see whether

gnature sharp canine tooth. He snatched the drive, plugged i

he room instantly lit up with cascading line

wall is an absolute joke. Here are the raw, unalterable server logs showing Chloe executing twelve separa

email exchange between Chloe and offshore money-launde

dead silent. Senior vice p

the carpet with a thud, shaking uncontrol

ave of shame and guilt crashed over him. He had accused his own wife, called

rieda, his voice c

ssive glare. She looked down at Chloe

wC and federal agents from the FBI White-Collar Crime D

toward the exit, not sparing Ken

h rushed around the ta

thly, blocking Kenneth's

laced by pure, cold disgust. "You don't deserve he

yes bloodshot and wild. "This is betwe

f his coat with effortless strength

ter air. She took a deep, clean breath, feeling the cru

bach, leaning her head against the leathe

ution. What's the plan now? The Scott family has a seclu

Island. The most dangerous place is the safest place. I'm

er Edward and stepmother Vivian ha

ter bisque, Frieda felt her throat tighten with genuine warmt

we were getting your old room ready, I found your university albums. Look

he album and flipping t

gers froze on a s

Carnegie Hall with long, flaxen hair, a delicate beauty ma

eighteen-year-old g

's face, her flaxen dye job, a

d realization crashed