VANESSA BELMONT
"Who's Gregory Savage?" I repeated. "Um ... a James Bond villain. No, a delicious cocktail. Oh, no. No. He's a 1940s actor."
"He's the man Fiona met at the coffee shop."
"Oh. Why did he hook up with Fiona?"
"Why don't we go ask them? They're at an abandoned warehouse outside the city."
"Well, I was thinking we would do something fun for our wedding night, but yeah, sure, let's go to the creepy warehouse and confront the bad guys."
Nathan took my hand and kissed my knuckles. "I'll make it up to you."
"You realize this is a trap, right?"
"Obviously. But we'll have back-up and we have Malone."
"Malone's like our Rambo."
"You got that right."
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FIONA GRAND
The rain lashed against the car window as I stared at the burner phone in my lap. Gregory Savage's words echoed in my skull. Vanessa belongs to me. Nathan belongs to you.
A deal with the devil.
