After a 12-hour shift, she enters the wrong car… and a billionaire becomes obsessed – she was so exhausted she didn’t even realize it wasn’t her car

was something to fix.

“Marcus,” she called, “how far?”

“Eight minutes.”

“To where?”

“A private property,” Alexander said.

She shot him a look while holding pressure.

“You have private-property-for-gunfire energy.”

“I try to be prepared.”

“You failed. You got shot.”

That almost-smile returned, weaker this time.

The car cut through side streets, avoiding main continue reading …