No blood, no plasma, no forty dollars. My own body is too empty to sell. The receptionist handed her a food assistance pamphlet and a forced smile. Nicole folded it into her pocket and…
Head two: data—London and Paris. Stealing trade secrets, algorithms, client lists. Head three: press—he would leak damaging debt info after shorting the stock. Thorne Industries would collapse. Marcus would walk away with billions. Ava…
Sarah dropped the knife and sprinted into the hallway. A man stood in the doorway, silhouetted by golden sunset. Faded jeans. A simple gray T-shirt. Worn boots. He looked tired, bruised, incredibly thin. But…
“You can’t do this,” Marcus said. “What if dad is really in trouble? We should be looking for him, not selling everything. ” Alexander laughed and pushed him aside. “Grow up. He’s gone. This…
He was doing arithmetic in his head. The guest house was four hundred yards down the slope, south of the main house. The wind tonight blew from the north. The smell of gas could…
Then she packed a single bag and moved into a motel off the interstate. She kept the wedding dress. Couldn’t look at it, couldn’t throw it away. She stopped eating full meals. Called in…