The knowledge that I’d been hacked sent a bolt of terror straight through me. If she’d been able to find me, who else could? I’d be so damn careful. There weren’t any breadcrumbs, cyber or otherwise. I was as off the map as possible. Yet her presence here, the fact that she’d called me by my name, proved just how fucking wrong I was.Christ, I was going to need to do a full security sweep.
“Then why do you need me at all?”
“Could you put that thing down?”
I glanced at the gun I still had aimed between her eyes. “Shit. Sorry.”
“And I need you because you have connections I don’t.”
“Such as?”
“People, papers, access to new documents.”
“So you’re on the run.”
“Well, I can’t exactly go around as the late Roslyn Blackthorne, now can I?”
“That’s what this is about? You want a new identity?”
“I need to make sure Rosie stays dead and buried. God knows I went to enough effort killing her. No one can know I’m alive. Not even my family.”
“What are you running from?”
Her expression went grave. “My husband.”
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