he Clark Estate, slamming
velvet sofa and sipping espresso. The silver pendan
say a word
rabbing the pendant
ack of her neck. She clawed at his hand, her coffee c
Burke, realizing they had an audience, releas
neck. Tears of rage filled her eyes
't give it back, she's going to Dad. Do you want Dad to g
defiance from Brielle's face. The old
if I give it back, I shouldn't have to! I
outing face. He realized logic wouldn'
. She changed out of the hospital gown into a pair of dark jeans a
idewalk. She didn't hail a cab. She looked toward the u
buzzed in
he pendant. It will take time to ret
lips. Burke was bringing her onto his turf, hoping the g
ck a single
g to show up. She wa
e bought a high-end laptop with maximum RAM, a set
e'd never learned flooded her consciousness, as natural as breathing. Her fingers, at first clumsy on the keys, quickly found a rhythm, a kind of muscle memory awakening from a deep slumber. Code flowed from her fingertips, elegant and
at the ceiling. Her brain wouldn't stop simulating. She ran
g face, of Burke's arrogant dismissals. The pain the
t status and things. Burke was a coward. H
ss it. Using a burner app on her phone, she sent an anonymous, encrypted text to the General's personal aide: "Concerned about Major
e micro screwdriver. She rolled the cold meta
earn what happens when you underes
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