My nerve endings still shrieked from the pain by the next evening. For the sake of my sanity, I knew I should take a break from my nightly near-electrocutions. I also knew that my uncle had set it to a level that wouldn't actually kill me. If I could tolerate the pain, I could possibly get all the way to his office. Maybe I could find something there that I could use.
It was a long shot, but it was all I had.
In the meantime, I had a job to do. Driving my uncle's Ferrari, I was escorting Izzy to a cocktail party at a tech magnate's summer home. This was our first unchaperoned outing—"unchaperoned" meaning without either the Van Sants or Uncle Chris watching our every move. But we both knew we'd be monitored by someone. I glanced over at her, noting her heavy eye makeup and the constant t
