Chapters (53)
- Cover
- Endorsements
- Half Title Page
- Books by Elizabeth Goddard
- Title Page
- Copyright Page
- Dedication
- ONE
- TWO
- THREE
- FOUR
- FIVE
- SIX
- SEVEN
- EIGHT
- NINE
- TEN
- ELEVEN
- TWELVE
- THIRTEEN
- FOURTEEN
- FIFTEEN
- SIXTEEN
- SEVENTEEN
- EIGHTEEN
- NINETEEN
- TWENTY
- TWENTY-ONE
- TWENTY-TWO
- TWENTY-THREE
- TWENTY-FOUR
- TWENTY-FIVE
- TWENTY-SIX
- TWENTY-SEVEN
- TWENTY-EIGHT
- TWENTY-NINE
- THIRTY
- THIRTY-ONE
- THIRTY-TWO
- THIRTY-THREE
- THIRTY-FOUR
- THIRTY-FIVE
- THIRTY-SIX
- THIRTY-SEVEN
- THIRTY-EIGHT
- THIRTY-NINE
- Author’s Note
- Acknowledgments
- Another Thrilling Story from the Author
- ONE
- About the Author
- Back Ads
- Back Cover
The recovery divers angled toward the rushing water. Alex hung back, squeezing his cell phone. He finally lifted it to make the call he dreaded. The call that would reassure him or cost him everything. He hoped his agency saw things the same way that he did. That Mackenzie was as brilliant as they came, and he needed to see this through.
She was also determined and confident. And he knew that, deep down inside, she believed if she could fix this—catch this guy and turn the game around on him—that could redeem her from the damage she did in the past. It could free her.
But she could also end up making things worse. Others could die, and then she would truly never forgive herself.
He gritted his teeth, sent up a silent prayer, and stared at his cell to pull up the contact list.
Oh. Right. No signal out here in this ravine.
He had subconsciously sabotaged the call.
THIRTY
Mackenzie took advantage of the quiet at the ranch. Everyone was gone except for Terra, who was repotting plants on the porch. Staying behind to protect her?
Nora was a mess, but Mackenzie had promised she would find the lost prototype drone before Nora returned from riding horses on the ranch with Erin and her mother. They hadn’t gone trail riding because of the potential danger, but sticking close on the ranch should be safe enough, especially since Erin and her mother were both packing guns. If it had been any other time, Mackenzie would have taken a few pictures of Nora on a horse with the two armed women, and maybe laugh over it.
But this was no laughing matter.
If Carson had been in town last night, what would he have done? Come here with Nora? Or would he have whisked her away to safety elsewhere? Then again, would he have been at the Hanstech facilities trying to do damage control? How much did he know, if anything? Nora claimed she hadn’t told him anything—but how could he not know that something was going on?
She needed to find out the cybercriminal’s true identity. That was the only way to stop what was happening now and prevent any future crimes. That was why she’d wanted a job with the DSS—to make an actual difference. To restore what was broken. But they rejected her. And with her hacking activity here, she would be ruined forever. But she refused to turn her back on this wrong that needed righting.