SUNSTROKE
Part Two
The story continues
I still can't believe this is happening. Maybe I'll wake up and find out it's all just a bad dream.
Yeah, right.
Robin Hanna tucked her long brown hair behind one ear and looked at the computer screen for perhaps the one-hundredth time. She had a headache from staring at numbers for so long and the taste of frustration was bitter on her tongue. She'd worked late three nights in a row and still didn't feel as if she'd accomplished what she needed to. Getting information for Jonas Faulkner had been the easy part. Protecting her clients was a lot more difficult.
Damn Raymond Forrester anyway.
Damn herself, while she was at it, for being smart enough to spot what was happening. And stupid enough to work for a man who was laundering money for the R
