With a grateful moan, he let his heavy backpack sink to the floor. For the first time since he left Moscow, the itchy feeling between his shoulder blades was gone. He’d done it. Made it out of Moscow without being caught. It had been dangerously close, though. He’d spent Tuesday in his apartment,...
I need to question her.” Floating between consciousness and unconsciousness, Gabby froze at the sound of Kaufmann’s arrogant voice. No! What had happened? Where was she? Her memory was a warm, fuzzy blur, punctuated by bursts of pain from the side of her head. That’s right. Someone had hit her. Y...
