The Ghost Heiress And Her Dying Husband

o, two teenagers with identical grins, arms slung around each other. A wave of grief, sharp and cold, washed over her.

een broken. The w

t it was a ghost, custom-built and untraceable. She powered it on, the screen glowing to life with li

ss the keyboard, a si

thing on Jeffrey Daven

e back almo

ghost, K. But I'

osis was there, confirmed by a dozen top specialists: a rare, degenerative

d out of her travel clothes and into a pair of black cargo pants, a f

coastal highway. The sun was setting, casting long shadows as she pulled over near the cl

ave scoured. Her training had taught her to look where others didn't. At the edge of the cliff,

lip. A birthday gift she'd given Alice. Her heart seized. Alice would

cut through the sound of the wind. It was low, raspy

you look

pocketed the clip and rose,

t translucent in the fading light, but his eyes... his eyes were a startling, sharp gray, and they were fixed on her with

Jeffrey D

as his assistant, took a step forward. "Ma'am, th

t out, not to strike, but to intercept. She caught his wrist, her fingers finding the pressure

eat, her gaze never leavin

voice unchanged, as if watching his bodyguard be

aking his wrist. She took a step forward, the win

ned ignorance, testing him, watching for any flicker of recognition, any hint of a lie. He