The bright green words on the phone screen glowed in the dark room like eyes of a hungry beast.

Bring one hundred million dollars in bearer bonds to the old steel foundry at midnight, or your wife’s studio will burn to ashes with her inside.

Julian stared at the message, a cold, dangerous smile spreading slowly across his handsome face. The bait had worked perfectly. Marcus had swallowed the hook, line, and sinker. Thinking Evelyn was weak and hiding in a hospital, the desperate fugitive was running straight into the trap.

"He thinks he has us cornered," Julian said in a low, heavy voice, tossing the phone onto the coffee...