26
Damn it. She was exhausted, unable to sleep, her mind desperately trying to calculate the chances that he would figure out who she was. Why had she called out his name? It had been eleven years. Her long blond hair was now jet black and spiky, and her body was no longer that of a developing teen. After four years in the crucible of the marines, one of which was spent in Iraq, her physique had become hard and androgynous. Except she had called him by name. Word would get back to Arthur, Martin, and Cassandra, and they’d figure out it was her. Of course, they’d still have to find her, but they would eventually. Money and power will out.
She wasn’t ready to move to the next stage yet. Her plan was to send the videos to the feds, but only after she had the money, and she hadn’t counted on
