The boat was a small, rigid-hull inflatable, bouncing violently on the dark waves of the harbor. Elena sat strapped to a metal chair in the center, a vest covered in wires and C4 explosives strapped to her chest. A red digital timer on her chest counted down.
09:45... 09:44...
One of the guards stood at the stern, holding a detonator. The other was piloting the boat toward the open water.
Elena’s mind was racing. She had to get out of this. She had to get back to Julian.
She looked at the timer. Nine minutes.
She looked at the guard with the detonator. He was watching her, a smirk on his face. He thought she was helpless. He thought she was just a weak little secretary.
But he was wrong. Elena was the woman who had brought Julian Sterling to his knees. She was the woman who had faced
