It was an invitation from a business partner, Mr. Trent.
"Ms. Calloway, I hear you've been under a lot of pressure lately. I've just opened a ski resort out in Northmere. Why not come out and unwind? It's not quite the season yet, but we have an indoor snow facility."
I frowned at the message. He was right that it was an odd time of year for skiing. But with the Trent Group partnership still in negotiation, I sent back a reply and agreed to come.
I drove out alone to the meeting point, and as the navigation led me further from the city, the surroundings grew emptier and wilder, until the road ended at the foot of a desolate hill. I knew immediately something was wrong and started to reverse.
Several men in black came rushing from every direction and forced my car door open before I cou
