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mother, and her father’s actions, coupled with subsequent events, had flipped her world on its axis, irrevocably changing her life, and her, forever.

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    She’d never know for certain if her mother’s death had been the accident her father had claimed it to be, or murder. She still loved her father and desperately wanted to believe what he’d told her. Her brain told her one thing, her heart another.

    She missed her father as well. She had no idea where he was. Worse, she didn’t know whether he was alive or dead. He’d promised to place an ad in a London newspaper to let her know when she could come out of hiding. But although she religiously checked the paper every Sunday, so far there hadn’t been the hoped-for notice.

    Her father was a brilliant man, and he had unlimited resources. She had to believe that he was alive and well and keeping a very low profile until this situation was resolved.

    Situation.

    She shivered, rubbing her upper arms, cold despite the cashmere sweater she wore. She had too few facts to work with to make any real sense of what had really happened that day a year ago. She didn’t know what had precipitated her parents’ violent argument. And she’d only heard snippets of their conversation. None of it enough to arrive at any definitive conclusion.

    All she knew for sure was what her father had told her. One of his banking clients believed that he’d embezzled money—a large amount of money. The client was angry and unpredictable. Capable of killing, he finally admitted when she suggested they stick together to work it out. That’s when she’d learned who her father’s clients really were. Heather shuddered.

    Terrorists. That’swho had paid for her college degree, for her horse, for her clothes, for the roof over her head.

    Terrorists. My God.She pressed a hand to the nerves jumping in her stomach. “How did I not see that?”
    The dots had joined up like a speeding bullet.

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    stomach.

    Her father had made no excuses for his business associates. After assuring her that the current situation was nothing more than a misunderstanding, a bookkeeping error, he’d insisted she disappear until the matter was resolved.

    Easy for him to say. The difference was that he had a veritable army of security people. The two men he’d sent away with her were dead, and she was now alone.

    Her father also knew what was going on, while she was in the dark.

    Despite everything, she loved her father, but Heather had absolutely no illusions about him. He’d cover his own ass, and ensure his own safety and well-being before he remembered that he even had a daughter.

    No matter how self-absorbed he was, though, she didn’t doubt her father’s love for her. Eventually he would remember, and he would place the notice in the London Times. Until then, she couldn’t allow her life to be on pause.

    “I have things to do and jewelry to make. And you, if I may say so myself, which I do,” she said with determined cheerfulness as she briskly buffed the stones with a soft cloth, “are a thing of beauty.” And would bring in at least two thousand lovely dollars.

    “Not that I care so much about the bucks. It’s just pretty damn astounding that I’m capable of producing something that someone wants to buy.” She grinned. “And I’m talking to myself again.”

    Oblivious to the second peal of the doorbell, she wrapped the necklace carefully in tissue paper and laid the piece in a small silver foil box. It was only when her visitor held a finger to the buzzer that her head lifted at the intrusive noise.

    “Damn. The cops are