Victor Holloway’s voice cut through the marble hall like a blade. “Call Mercer, Vale, and Roth. Now.”
The assistant vanished down the corridor.
No one moved.
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Victor Holloway’s voice cut through the marble hall like a blade. “Call Mercer, Vale, and Roth. Now.”
The assistant vanished down the corridor.
No one moved.
His fingers closed around hers with such desperate strength that Ruth could feel the bones in her hand pressing together. For one frightening second,…
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