ark, narrow alley behin

rushed into the heated cabin. He stepped out, turned

her out

fingers wrapped around her wrist, squeezing

d in the middle, Colette was dragged toward a heavy

e deep inside the building. The air in the r

in the corner. He had expensive lighting umbrellas

s hands shook as he slid a pre-drafted

tain pen from the clerk. He

," Ferri

k looked like a death warrant. She shook her

clamped down on the back of her neck. He forced her hea

, his breath b

memory is erased from every record that exists, and whatever pathetic pieces are left of

ppeared into her own world of grief and denial months ago, refusing to even look at her daughter after the accusations surfaced. But her father had fought. He had mortgaged everything

ance. Tears spilled over her lashes as her

st the thick paper, leaving a jagged, messy signature.

A single, hot tear dropped ont

on. He snatched the paper out from under h

p softly. "If you could step c

around her waist and yanked her against his

a board. Her face was

ack. He pinched the soft flesh above

mmanded throug

he forced the corners of her mouth up, crea

inded her. The mome

arm. He took a quick step back, his face twisti

it. Bishop stepped up behind Colet

ptop, sending the high-res photos to ev

d out the

rom behind dumpsters, their ca

it jacket and draped it over her head, shielding her face from the fl

linding lights. She felt like a hollow doll

one last, dead look before turning and wa

across from her. The driver hit the

t the leather. Her chest heaved. Sh

a word, he tossed a rolled-up, day-

e picked up the pap

unched the air out of her lungs: WHEELER ENT

. She looked up at Bishop,

her voice trembled.

d at her wit

umped off the roof of your company headquarters three weeks ago. Your mother's been missi

ipped from Colet

ring through the silence of the car. She doubled over, c