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Chapters (52)
  1. “I’VE NEVER LIED TO YOU, DANA.”
  2. Also by
  3. Title Page
  4. Copyright Page
  5. Dedication
  6. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  7. Chapter One
  8. Chapter Two
  9. Chapter Three
  10. Chapter Four
  11. Chapter Five
  12. Chapter Six
  13. Chapter Seven
  14. Chapter Eight
  15. Chapter Nine
  16. Chapter Ten
  17. Chapter Eleven
  18. Chapter Twelve
  19. Chapter Thirteen
  20. Chapter Fourteen
  21. Chapter Fifteen
  22. Chapter Sixteen
  23. Chapter Seventeen
  24. Chapter Eighteen
  25. Chapter Nineteen
  26. Chapter Twenty
  27. Chapter Twenty-One
  28. Chapter Twenty-Two
  29. Chapter Twenty-Three
  30. Chapter Twenty-Four
  31. Chapter Twenty-Five
  32. Chapter Twenty-Six
  33. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  34. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  35. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  36. Chapter Thirty
  37. Chapter Thirty-One
  38. Chapter Thirty-Two
  39. Chapter Thirty-Three
  40. Chapter Thirty-Four
  41. Chapter Thirty-Five
  42. Chapter Thirty-Six
  43. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  44. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  45. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  46. Chapter Forty
  47. Chapter Forty-One
  48. Chapter Forty-Two
  49. Chapter Forty-Three
  50. Chapter Forty-Four
  51. Epilogue
  52. Teaser chapter

Jethro shut the door. “Let’s move, mate.”

Wolfe took point, inching down the corridor and drawing on his mask to protect his lungs from any chemicals. He’d dealt with enough drugs in his system lately. They reached a lab that was empty but well stocked. Then another empty lab.

Voices came from up ahead, and he hurried, finally reaching a working lab. He motioned for Jethro to move past the entrance without being seen, and Jethro nodded.

Wolfe did the same, coming to a storage room. He forced open the door and sucked in air. Stacks and stacks and stacks of bagged heroin. Millions and millions of dollars’ worth of the deadly opiate. He stepped inside and drew off his pack.

A guard appeared from the other side of the stack, starting and gasping, his body tensing. He lifted his weapon.

Chapter Thirty-Nine

Chapter Thirty-Nine

Dana stretched out on Wolfe’s sofa after a dinner of delicious beef Wellington with Pippa and Mal. If Mal didn’t marry Pippa, Dana was going to. That woman could really cook. As if conjured by the thought, Pippa knocked on the back sliding door before stepping inside, holding a stack of glass containers in her hands.

“Hi,” Dana said, standing. She couldn’t eat anything else tonight—she was happily stuffed.

“Hey.” Pippa moved to the fridge as if she’d done so a hundred times before. “I have leftovers and some goodies for the upcoming week.” The stunning brunette took a moment to organize the rest of the fridge’s contents as if she couldn’t help herself.

Dana had followed her into the kitchen. “I kinda love you.”

Pippa laughed, the sound free and happy. “Ditto.”

Dana’s friends were a small and select group, and it felt good to add Pippa to that number. Pippa was always nurturing Dana and Wolfe with food, and Dana wanted to reciprocate. What did Pippa need? A thought struck Dana, and she reached out for Pippa’s hand. “I have an idea. As soon as all of this craziness is over, let’s get hold of my sister Katie.”

Pippa tilted her head. “Okay?”

“Yeah. She’s a shoe buyer for Neiman’s. We can either take a weekend and go visit her, or we can talk her into bringing a boatload of samples here.” It was well known that Pippa loved boots. She also suffered from social anxiety but was branching out more these days.

Pippa’s eyes lit up like those of a kitten seeing its first goldfish. She grabbed Dana’s other hand. “A buyer for Neiman’s?”

“Yes,” Dana said, laughing. “It kills her that I’d rather wear tennis shoes than anything else, but she’s gonna love you.”

Pippa impulsively pulled Dana in for a hug in a rare show of trust. “Oh, thank you. I can’t wait. Can you imagine seeing the next line before it’s public?”