Chapter 11

The faded canvas of Clara’s duffel bag swallowed the meager contents of her life in rapid, frantic gulps. Three pairs of jeans. A handful of plain t-shirts. Her worn culinary school notebooks, their edges curled and stained with ancient grease from a time when she still believed hard wor

Chapter 12

By 9:00 AM the next morning, Toby Vance was playing video games in a sprawling VIP suite on the top floor of St. Jude’s, blissfully unaware that the two massive men in dark suits standing outside his door were Julian Thorne’s elite private security contractors.

Clara, on the other hand

Chapter 13

The beam of the heavy flashlight swept over the concrete floor, stopping mere inches from the toe of Clara’s non-slip work shoe. She squeezed her eyes shut, clutching her phone to her chest so tightly her knuckles ached. Her heart hammered a frantic rhythm against her ribs, loud enough s