years

e floor-to-ceiling windows

tone. He raised the crystal glass in his hand and swallowed the amber whiskey in on

e. He punched in a long, complex cod

The edges of the picture were charred black. Inside th

his thumb. His chest ached, a constant, hollow throb that neve

opened. His executive assist

for Wall Street today is r

them. Every single rival firm trying to acqui

erature. He nodded, stepping forward to

and slashed his signature across the bottom line,

erminal 4 at JFK International Ai

rt through the customs exit. Ex

small legs kicking back and forth. He was twisting a Rub

nterview notification from a top architectural firm. She r

shoulders. "Mom, let's go to th

ng in her chest. She reached out and ru

avy glass doors slid open, shutting out the noise of the terminal. D

ic flight finally caught up to her. She leaned her head back against the le

stopped twisting

pack, pulled out a soft cashmere coat, and stood on his

ched deeper into his mini backpack and p

flew across the keyboard. Lines of gre

rnal security network. The live feeds from eve

recognition program he had built.

before locking onto a tall, broad-shouldered

he face. Everette Baird. Bill

n the screen. He rubbed his chin, a ver

nto his bag. He glanced at his sleeping

frame easily avoiding their line of sight. H

al signs, orienting himsel

t-seeking missile, heading straight for the m