the man replied. "The world's first modern supernatural bounty hunter. Van Helsing with a cell phone."

"Right," Isabella drawled. "We'll be in touch."

Brig gave a sharp salute and sauntered out of the office. Isabella glanced at Paul.

"How desperate are we?" Paul asked.

"I think we're that desperate," Isabella replied.

---

They sat facing each other on brown sofas.

Sayeva's back was straight and her lips were pulled into a tight frown. Her hands rested in her lap, and her gaze went beyond the man in front of her and out the twentieth-floor window to the sprawling cityscape.

Marshall Quatrevaux reclined in a manner that was both relaxed and professional. In a word, he was non-threatening. Pencil and paper were ab...

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