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Chapter 1

Damien Drake hunched low, hiding his six-foot frame behind a parked Lincoln Navigator. He was breathing heavily, and sweat was dripping down his forehead despite the snow that flitted down around him. I’m getting sloppy. If it hadn’t been for his recent health kick—not skipping the booze, certainly, but cutting back—he almost certainly would have been seen. And what had Ken Smith instructed him? Don’t be noticed. If you’re noticed, I will deny ever speaking to you, Drake. And you know what that means. Drake grimaced as he recalled their conversation by the fire in Ken’s lavish penthouse condo. Yeah, I know. I know what that means. He instinctively held his breath when he heard the voices, louder now, and he remained completely still, hoping that the two people he had been following hadn’t noticed the puffs of warm air filtering up from behind the Lincoln. “You know what the worst thing is?” t