THE MAFIA BOSS WALKED INTO THE HOSPITAL WITH HIS NEW LOVER-THEN FROZE WHEN HE SAW THE WOMAN HE ABANDONED DYING WITH HIS CHILD

directly over his heart—the same place where Brin’s hand had once rested.

“Who handles the mail at Vesper Row?” he asked Royce quietly.

Royce’s face darkened. “Nolan.”

Cormack looked at him.

Royce understood immediately.

“Find him,” Cormack said.

“Now?”

“Now.”

Royce left without another word.

Althea watched the exchange warily. “What exactly are you planning?continue reading …