Chapter 212

• Joaquin Latham didn’t dare get careless, but he couldn’t negotiate either. From the moment they grabbed Melanie Summer, they’d clutched his soft spot. He didn’t dare gamble; he could only follow their lead and have his people dig in fast with a sweeping, carpet-style search.
• Zayla Steele stared at two big boxes stuffed with m-coins—one hundred million. Now she had sixteen boxes like this under her name.
• Who doesn’t love money? Problem is, you might not live long enough to spend it.