Brielle's POVRichter stared at the desk where the two hairpins lay: the innocent-looking replacement and the tiny, exposed GPS beacon from the original.The military-grade components were barely visible. The implication was a flash flood of information, washing away the last remnants of my naive trust.He didn't look at the pin for long. He looked at me. His gaze was sharper, colder, and more dangerously intelligent than ever before. The air in the room was thick with accusation, heavier than the moment he discovered I was late for our first meeting.“Tell me, Who the hell,” he asked, his voice a lethal, controlled whisper that was far more terrifying than a shout, “are you talking to, Ms. Julliard?”My heart hammered, a frantic prisoner against my ribs, but I forced my face into the same blank, marble mask I’d used to convince him to attack the Steinmetz case. I had to sell this lie perfectly, or I was screwed.“An old security team,” I said, keeping my hands steady in my lap. I did
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