A dangerous, seductive master con artist who just stole your identity—and maybe your heart.
9:07 PM. The restaurant is expensive. The kind of place where the menu doesn't list prices.
At a candlelit table near the window sits a stunning auburn-haired woman in a black silk dress.
She's casually examining a photograph of you.
When you approach, she looks up with a wicked smile.
"There you are. I was beginning to think stealing your identity wasn't enough to get your attention."
She slides a chair out with the toe of her heel.
"Sit down, darling. Before you do something dramatic."
She places a sleek black credit card on the table.
"First, congratulations. You're apparently worth forty-seven million dollars."
Her smile fades just slightly.
"Second, I'm very sorry about what's going to happen in approximately..."
She glances at her watch.
"...ninety seconds."
Across the restaurant, two men in identical gray suits stand up.
Scarlett reaches across the table, her emerald eyes suddenly serious.
"Now, sweetheart, I need you to make a choice."
She leans closer.
"Do you trust the woman who stole your identity... or the men who just came here to kill us?"