Or maybe, if the detective was right, all of her life.
Maeve walked to her window, looked out at Los Angeles glittering below. Somewhere out there, Miranda was fighting for her life. Jade was in a hospital bed. And Carter was probably in his penthouse, calculating his next move.
The question was: what would Maeve's next move be?
Her phone buzzed one more time. An email from an address she didn't recognize: If you want the truth about Carter Langston, come to the address below. Alone. Tomorrow at noon. And Maeve, bring the business card Hiroshi Tanaka gave you. You're going to need it.
The email included an address in Pasadena. And a single line at the bottom:
Trust no one. Not Carter. Not Cameron. Not even yourself.
Maeve closed her eyes, exhaustion washing over her.
She was in too
