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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

Angus studied him and then slowly nodded. “If that’s how you want to go about it, I’m with you.”

Dana’s breath caught. “What things have changed?”

Wolfe’s gaze held a look she couldn’t decipher. “Everything has changed. We’ll discuss it later.”

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Sixteen

Moonlight beamed down, highlighting the homes of the rich and super rich, although clouds were starting to gather and reduce its power. A sense of tension filled the air as the storm drew near.

Wolfe leaned against the side of a tree adjacent to Trentington’s mansion, his gun tucked safely at his waist and his knife at his boot, waiting for the British man to disengage the alarm. “You sure you trust this guy?”

Force nodded. “Yeah. He won’t be as quick as Brigid, but he’ll get the job done.”

Jethro whistled from the darkness.

“Alarm deactivated,” Force said. “This is your op.”

Yeah, it definitely was his op. Wolfe circled the tree and strode down the imported stone driveway to the front door, picking the lock and then twisting the knob. It opened easily, and the night remained silent. Okay. The British dude did know his alarm systems. The guy jogged around the area by the garage, his movements economical.

“Thanks, professor,” Force drawled.

Jethro crouched by a hydrangea bush. “Last time, Force. I left this life behind me.”

Wolfe slipped inside the entryway and let his eyes adjust to the darkness. Moonlight streamed in through gauzy curtains, caressing a white leather sofa with matching chairs near the fireplace. The room smelled like a fresh breeze off the ocean. The cleaning crew had done a good job.

He motioned for Force to take the upstairs and Jethro to head downstairs. Then he silently strode down the hallway, past the office, and right through the double doors to what had to be the master bedroom.

Trentington slept on his stomach, one arm flung out, next to a lush blonde.

Wolfe crept toward him, taking out his gun and pressing the barrel to Trentington’s forehead. He’d rather use a knife, but he had to get the man out of there without awakening the woman. He pressed harder.

Trentington jumped, and his eyes opened. Wide.

Wolfe gestured for him to get out of the bed, and he did so, barely moving the comforter. Maybe the man cared about the woman next to him. They walked out of the room, and Wolfe shut the door. “Office,” he whispered.

Trentington, dressed only in gray boxer briefs with a hole in the left butt cheek, walked silently into his office and waited until Wolfe had shut the door. “Your membership is hereby revoked, jackass.” He moved to one of the chairs in the cigar area near another stone fireplace.

Wolfe tucked his gun back into place and reached down for his knife. “You might want to lose the attitude. I’m pretty pissed right now.”