of rancid frying o
dug into the pocket of her wet jeans. Her fingers brushed past the cheap, cracked-screen smartphone that had belonged to this body'
ose wrinkling at the sight of her. B
et," she said, her voice ra
ey. Greed won. He pulled a cracked iPad
napkin. She connected to the diner's
heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic, painfu
lt like glass grinding against her ner
headline felt like a ph
of Montgomery Heire
reen. It was her cousin, Kathleen, dressed in custom b
ana's veins. Her knuckles turned stark whi
cally, searching for any
omery Couple Steps Down Due to Severe Grief. Niece Kat
ired to a private, highly secure sanatori
d. Sanatorium? It was a prison. Kathleen
he screen exploded with photos of Kathleen dripping in Montgo
ive iron gates of the Ellis Manor. The caption read: Looking forward to the future. Th
rd she gagged. The betrayal taste
wn onto the table. The loud sm
ak it and you buy it, psycho
er, murderous intent radiating from her gaze made the man stop dead in
ng. No money, no identity, no power. If she went aft
pon so terrifying that Kat
lashed in her mind. A crazy, desper
ordered a black coffee. The bitter liquid b
er. She began writing down the debts Doyle owed, the names of
ve the diner
of cheap beer and weed. Their eyes scanned the room
eck tattoo, leaned over her table. He reached o
She drove the ballpoint pen straight down int
sound, and yanked his hand back
d, reaching into their
diner windows. Two black Range Rovers slam
ed forward and let his suit jacket fall open, revealing the cold, black steel of a handgun holstered snugly under his arm. The thugs
na's booth. He didn't look at the blood o
sharp smile stretching across her lips.
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