Sandra frowned at Destiny as she walked away, watching the deliberate wiggle in her well-endowed hips and she fought the urge to grind her teeth. There was something irritating about that woman, and she had a feeling she was going to find her arrogance as insufferable as she was.Creighton sat at his desk on The Tornado reviewing the notes Clark emailed him the evening before, the cool breeze of the early morning blowing in through the open window and a cup of lukewarm coffee in front of him. As promised, he had a background search on Louis Garcon as well as his assistant, Tam Mai Nguyễn. They had been together for the past six years, though there was little to know about his assistant before she arrived in France. The most that could be found out about her, was that she was twenty-six years old, Vietnamese by birth, and came from San Francisco, California. Garcon, on the other hand, had quite a bit to discover.He was fifty-eight years old, born in Egypt to a French archeologist and
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