EVERY WOMAN RAN FROM THE MAFIA BOSS’S LOCKED EAST WING… UNTIL THE NEW MAID LOOKED AT THE BEAST BESIDE HIS BED AND SPOKE ITS REAL NAME

wars, and a kitchen fire started by a congressman’s drunk nephew. At sixty-one, she had the face of a woman who no longer wasted emotion on events until they had proved they deserved it.

“It’s a Caucasian Ovcharka,” Elena said. “Male. Unneutered.”

Sarah’s eyes flicked once. “That must have been a fun vet appointment.”

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