The Lethal Heiress: Too Late For Regret

fing room. The air conditioning

nto the center of the holographic projection table. The

table. He was the chief intelligence officer

n his console. The hol

ppeared in the air. It wa

. He pointed at the screen. "The intruder used a highly spec

he static. "Who us

"It's a proprietary DIA counter-surveillance

l image of the shadow falling off the cliff. A

. A digital folder appeared. A red warning lab

means, Ashlee. The 531 explosion involves high-level government officials

gh. "I know exactly what the fall

floor-to-ceiling windows. The storm outside was finally

The physical pressu

bbing her arms. She remembered being shoved into the back of a black SUV. That nigh

mory down. She tu

," Ashlee said. Her voice car

pulled up a satellite ma

him," Zane said. "A submarine picked him up. No transponder.

t heading?"

ints straight to the East Coast of the United Sta

aced her index finger hard on the map.

id. "I will retrieve the file. I

enter as Black Mamba, Homeland Security will flag you b

I don't need to enter as Black Mamba. I h

that name in four

dox family file,

ey Maddox appeared on the screen. He wore a tailored sui

parents a visit," Ashlee said.

g to contact you fo

," Ashl

y. "I'll create a flawless high school transcript. Ivy League

e walked out of t

tactical vest and the heavy boots. The smell of rain and

closet. She bypass

ensive. It felt soft and fragile against her

She reached into her drawer and pulled out a custom-made ceramic folding kn

compartment in the heel of the

rd luxury item. Inside, the lining was woven with military-grade anti-surveillanc

the secret runwa

mac. It had no tail number. The eng

ed into the luxurious cabin. The sme

anter on the side table. She poured two fingers of bourbon into a glas

ted off the ground. The force

She opened the recent financial

rs filled the screen. The company's stoc

the numbers. He

ssed her. They wanted her back because she was turning eighteen. They want

let onto the empty

r breathing into a slow, rhythmic

ouched down smoothly at Logan

led out a pair of dark Tom Ford sunglasses. She slid the

ed her bag, and wal

to the tarmac. She was ready to face the