The black SUV drove down the shadowy highway, cutting through the thick silence that had fallen between them.
Isla sat in the passenger seat, eyes on the road, mind racing with every possibility of what they might do.
Richard Lancaster’s Hamptons estate wasn’t just an expensive slice of beachfront property, it was a fortress. If what Warren said was true, it contained the crucial piece they would need to take down her father.
And it was impenetrable.
Or at least it was meant to be.
Damien’s voice pierced the silence. “We have a four-minute window to beat external surveillance before the guards conduct their next perimeter sweep.”
His fingers were drumming on the steering wheel, already doing the math in his head.
“Once inside, we move fast.”
Philip Warren in the backseat was two s
