A quick glance toward her partner told Avery Dawson that he was very close to blowing their cover.
Anxiety had managed to work its way into her throat. Their lives depended on him delivering a perfect performance and, from the way Liam’s hands shook over the keyboard, she imagined she’d be leaving the bank in a body bag by noon. Only one element of this operation varied from the dozens of others: this was personal.
Hooked! :)
ReplyDeleteGreat start!
ReplyDeleteI like it, definitely a great start! :)
ReplyDeleteThanks, guys! I'm really excited about this WIP.
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