Angelo Gonsales closed his eyes and massaged his temples as he thought quietly to himself. When Roderick Brewster of Interpol called him with the news, he was shocked. It had been nearly three years since millionaire business woman Tracie Chesterson had disappeared.
Security cameras had last placed her in London’s Heathrow Airport, but that had been what seemed like ages ago. Using a stolen passport and pancake makeup as a weak but effective disguise, she’d purchased a ticket to Greece, but she never boarded the plane. It appeared as though she’d fallen from the face of the earth, without so much as a slither of a hint as to her whereabouts.
When she slipped out of the country and into Europe, Angelo had been furious. How difficult could it be to capture a technologically-savvy American woman with brown skin and a penchant for skillfully hacking into government databases?
He knew exactly what they were dealing with. He’d studied how she had orchestrated her crimes; her precision, detail, and her gift to be able to predict the behavior and outcome of one of her victims, a pathetic car thief who’d fallen into her trap, and more seriously, to ruin the life of an innocent man that ultimately led to an attempted murder and his suicide, caused by her stalking.