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“I think you are trying to correct your mistake” His black eyes were icy cold “You should have ensured the building was e”

“I did” The scientist had sneaked in to work So her supervisors had failed to mention

“We need to contact our source” Serge Abramovich nursed his ever-present whiskey as he lazed on the cream leather sectional in the corner of her office His sarcastic smile was as much a fixture as the scotch “The source will tell us if the woman is still alive”

“Yes,” Miriam snapped the words “Why didn’t I think of that?”

The owner of Abrahed into his drink

Mirialass-topped desk, used her implant to communicate remotely with the virtual screen that appeared in front of her, and sent a ureabove her desk She didn’t know the identity of her contact, only that he called hi inforhest bidder

“We have a proble them a small fortune “Enforcement lost them Are they still alive?”

“I’ this to your bill,” the modified voice said

“Of course” She folded her are to tap her toe The i soain

“They’re alive They’re holed up in South Munroe”

Before she could say anything else, the ie disappeared She raphic man appeared in the middle of the room This time Miriam noticed he was injured Blood trailed from his temple

Not her concern

“They’re in South Munroe”

His jaw clenched “We’ll deal with it”

“See that you do” She