CHAPTER ONE "Roll up your window." "It's 100 degrees outside." "They're tinted. Less chance of someone seeing you." I shot Derek a dirty...

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE The rest of the day was a blur of phones ringing, appointments being booked, and new clients filtering into the...

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR Two days later, I stood outside the BondAgency, staring at the letters embossed on the door. I traced them with my...