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Prologue

I’D SEEN PICTURES of Justine San’s No 2 at Private LA, but she was far more beautiful in the flesh

I stood at Sydney Airport International Arrivals and watched her waft out of custo like she was ready for a ht She was here to launch the latest branch of the Private franchise created by Jack Morgan in LA – a top-notch investigative agency for top-notch people

I held back, let her fareet her first There was her sister, Greta, and husband, ood, the Deputy Coht and Serge, ten Then I stepped forward, shook her hand

I’d parked oods headed off after we’d all synchronized watches for the launch party tonight and ere off, pulling out of the airport and onto the sun-drenched freeway

None of us could have knohat a fuck of a ere about to have

Chapter 1

HE CAN SEE nothing

He can hear nothing

He runs, gasping, hits a hard object – face first His nose shatters, sending a cascade of agony through his head and down his spine Falls back, sla on concrete More pain

He can see nothing