Shadows in Manhattan
The door opened and Vivian Cross felt the floor tilt three degrees to the left. Daniel Mercer walked into the conference room with all the casual authority of a man who had never been told no. Six foot two, dark suit, hair perfectly controlled. Three years. Three years since Miami, since the Romanov deal, since she had shared one night with the one man she should never have trusted. He...
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