rom the rusted iron gates, the headl
. Arthur, the Harmon family's longtime butler, clut
o a smooth stop. He looked in the rearview mirror, wai
indshield. His expression didn't change. H
erself across the wide leather seat, pressing he
he thick bulletproof glass slid down, letting
d down his deeply wrinkled face as he
. Arthur grabbed her fingertips, his hands tremb
oked out, his voice cracking. "
She ripped her hand away and spun around, droppi
er chest. "Please," she begged, her voice a
rest. His dark eyes slowly dragged
d even. "My residence is a secure locati
's freezing cheeks. She lunged forward, he
ling instantly. As the SUV accelerated, Javier caught Cale's eye in the rearview mirror. He gave a subtle, sharp nod, tapping his index finger against the armrest twice. It was a silent, pre
alt, leaving the old man shrin
ressed both hands hard over her face, her shoulders
d out a perfectly folded, pure white cotto
away from his hand, pressing her bac
hite square of fabric onto the empty spa
n was the low hum of the engine
naline crash and the freezing cold finally dra
ups. Her head rolled sideways agains
of the interstate. The heavy cha
cious body ti
Her soft, cold cheek pressed directly aga
high locked tight. He could feel the faint, warm puff
he rearview mirror. "Si
eping on his leg. He stared at her
gave a sharp flick of h
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