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PART 1 The mask came down over Julian Cross’s face at three minutes past nine, and every guest on that terrace understood it as a sentence. He had challenged the caterer’s girl to a fencing duel to humble her, and two hundred people in linen and silk had drifted out of the ballroom with their…

PART 1 “Your wife is alive.” The little girl said it so quietly that the silverware stopped before the men did. Vincent Moretti’s pen hovered over the port transfer contract, its gold tip touching the paper but not moving. On the white tablecloth between him and Frank Duca sat a cracked silver micro-cassette recorder, the…

PART 1 The Lumis Hotel charity gala for the children’s hospital had been arranged for nine hundred people, and nine hundred people had agreed to behave as if the only person who mattered was whoever was speaking. At table seven, near the inside curve of the dance floor, a deaf nine-year-old sat alone with her…

PART 1 Nenah was three steps from table seven when the world tilted sideways. A hand clamped around her wrist with bruising force. The drunk executive from table six, red-faced, reeking of gin and entitlement, yanked her toward him hard enough that the bourbon bottle teetered dangerously on her tray. “Hey, sweetheart,” he slurred, his…

PART 1 I had only one job inside Masimo Reachi’s mansion. Keep the paralyzed mafia boss calm, medicated, and alive until Saturday night. Masimo was the most feared man in Italy, but after his paralysis, his empire rested on one signature. On Saturday night, his family would gather inside the mansion, and if Masimo signed…

PART 1 The first thing Ren Callaway saw when she opened the cabin door against twenty inches of fresh snow was a stranger with a thin dried streak along his left temple and a leather satchel held flat against his ribs, as though it were the only solid object in the world. The storm had…

PART 1 Simone Baptiste saw the bullet before she understood the threat. It was nine forty-seven on a Friday night, and the upscale restaurant where she’d served tables for three years was moving through the familiar rhythm of late dinner service. Crystal glasses caught the warm light. Low conversation drifted over white tablecloths. In the…

PART 1 Leah’s pulse thundered in her ears as she sprinted through the midnight rain. Her lungs burned, tears and raindrops mingling on her cheeks. He’s right behind me. The thought sent a spear of panic through her. Somewhere in the darkness, she could hear Brandon, her ex-fiancé turned nightmare, shouting her name with a…

PART 1 “Do you remember me?” His voice was calm, almost too calm, and somehow that made Clare Bennett feel a chill run down her spine. For the past three months, ever since her former company collapsed, Clare had walked into more interview rooms than she could count. She had answered hundreds of questions. She…

PART 1 The first time Wren Halloway heard the baby crying, she was standing outside a mansion no decent woman in the city approached after dark. Rain poured over the black iron gate in silver sheets. It soaked through her thin gray coat and gathered at the collar of the faded dress she had worn…