The Bride's Secrets
Chicago, 9:30 a.m.
The Colby Agency's conference room overflowed with staff members. All were present for this morning's meeting, except the newest investigator on staff. Well, the newest member until their recent hire of Merrilee Walters. J. T. Baxley had taken a bullet last night while serving on Victoria's personal security detail.
Victoria Colby-Camp sat at the head of the long Mahogany table, listening as Ian Michaels reviewed the tightened security measures. Last night's attack had confirmed the worst.
The risk to her granddaughter's safety was no longer mere theory or rumor. It was real.
Too real.
Increasing fear pumped through Victoria's veins with every frantic beat of her heart. Nothing she or her people had done so far had given them the answers for which they searched.
Every lead turned into a dead end.
Yet, someone out there continued to attempt to get to her granddaughter.
Her loyal staff began filing out of the room. Victoria blinked, dragged her focus back to the present. She hadn't realized Ian had concluded his briefing.
Ian settled in a chair to her right; Simon Ruhl did the same on her left.
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