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Raef Ulfursson stepped forward to shake Karen’s hand. She allowed him to shake her hand, but not because she trusted him; how can you trust a man who has just had you kidn*pped?
“I’m sorry about all the cloak and dagger stuff to bring you here, D.I. Chambers, but – as you will discover – it was entirely necessary.”
Karen smiled appreciation at the politeness of the Icelandic entrepreneur, investor engineer, and inventor, but she had no idea why she had been brought to Ulfursson’s lair. Rufus was supposed to be setting up a meeting with the man in black. She hadn’t expected to find herself face-to-face with the man who was now greeting her, let alone be abducted by one of his cohorts. Of course, she’d heard of the man who now stood before her, his strawberry blond hair and well-trimme
