Because I was kidnapped as a child, my dad had a tracker embedded in my bracelet. That day, when I couldn’t find it, my dad called immediately: “Take nothing. Come downstairs immediately. Your brother is waiting in car…” – News

without ever knowing what hit me.”

Julian’s fists clenched on the table.

“Can we nail this Pennington guy?”

“Medical forgery is a felony. Harrison is already drafting the paperwork to add him to the pile.”

After handling the fake diagnosis, I turned back to the monitors on the library desk.

I opened a specific software application.

Two years ago, I wrote continue reading …