and the plaster spiderwebbed around his knuckles. Blood welled up, but he didn't feel it. All he saw wa

"I don't care what it costs. A billion-dollar reward. I want every bounty hunter, private detective

five ye

Five years of false lea

od. Eleanor, her face now etched with the fine lines of worry and exhaustion, emerged from the subwa

o

ive year

o build a new identity. They lived in a tiny apartment, she worked odd jobs for cash, and they never stayed

n exception. To

cathedral-like department store on Fifth Avenue, a place so far removed from their daily reality it felt like another pl

indow of a massive toy store, his gaze locked on

stared at the price tag, his sma

percent," he said, his voice clear and precise, "the total come

r, then thought of the meager balance in her b

her eyes. His expression immediately chan

d on her hand, pointing toward a small, free play area in the center

knees. She knelt down and kissed his round, soft cheek. Cody threw his small

Don't go anywhere, you understand? I'm just going to run up to the third

out his chest like a little so

oisy store. She walked toward the escalator, her eyes fixed on him until the last possible

Her heart gave a painful lurch, a physical spasm of pure dread. It was so

told herself. Yo

oor. Her fingers flew through the racks of clothes, searching for the navy-blue jacket

e store's intercom. The sound was distort

... five years old... blue

om her numb fingers a

hrough the crowds of shoppers, ignoring their angry shouts. She fl

p, her breath tearing at her lungs. Her eye

heaving, and stared into the sea of colorful plast

y in the gray sw

was

him five years ago. Snatched out of exi