The man who signed your book is called Eddie Jones.’ Jay’s head was down. He seemed to be finding something fascinating on the scarred surface of the old pine table. ‘He was one of my first associates. There was a mix-up when we presented research papers together at a conference in Berlin. A news...
It didn’t make sense, but his eyes weren’t lying. It was Kaz’s daughter cowering in front of him. ‘Oh, shit.’ Devlin could hear Kaz’s voice, whispering in his ear. ‘What do you know about five-year-old girls?’ The little girl’s eyes had travelled up his whole height and ba...