, the formidable machinery of the

of former special forces operators, assembled at a private airfield in New Jer

e, grainy DMV photo of Chloe Carlisle. In the picture, she looked young, her eye

s screen with his thumb. A flicker of some unre

over the intercom. "No attention. Once you locate

d, sir," M

urpose narrowed to a single poin

e estate in Greenwich was one

orter from a prestigious business magazine. He spoke of legacy,

uit, sat beside him. She was the very p

s. "Mr. Carlisle, if I may, there have been some

nned for. Richard's face fell in

d sorrow. "We gave her everything. But I'm afraid her upbringing... it left its mark.

head, a single, perfect tear tracing a path down her cheek

only daughter," Margaret said firmly, h

, cementing Chloe's reputation as a backwater grifter and so

ll, triumphant smile played on Seraphi

eporter had left, Seraphina's f

k. He presented her with a velvet box. Inside lay a stun

ry. She was a Carlisle. Soon, she would be a Donov

Donovan clan, was at that very moment turning the world u

, West Virginia-nearly twenty-f

, rolled silently to a stop down the st

hrough night-vision goggles. After a few minutes of observa

ntry and a struggle. Neighbors report a disturbance around midday yeste

d for a second. He turned and walked

h his Tokyo office. He saw Mark's expression, rais

face unmoving. But as Mark finished, a storm g

. "Find her. Expand the search grid. And I want to kn