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shatter her jaw?” Hot tears stung her eyes. She ripped open her prison jumpsuit, exposing her belly and the long pink scar there. “Did a lunatic butcher her belly, making sure she could never have a child?” The tears erupted as her rage and shame spewed like a geyser. She looked past Brinks to Mr. Black. “Tell me, big, bad-ass-mother-fucking King Arthur, did her partner sidestep her with a half-assed apology, blaming the screwup of the sting on her that night? And did her team turn their backs on her when that prick who raped, beat, and mutilated her was whisked away by the feds, who said he was an untouchable witness? Did the love of her life, the guy who promised to stand by her no matter what, dump her like shewas a used-up piece of furniture because he couldn’t bear to touch her?”
    Angela stopped. The room was tomb silent and just as cold. Evenly she looked around at each one of them, and for the first time their arrogance was gone. She looked up at the man in charge. “Satisfied?”
    He nodded and said, “Yes. I think we can be of help to each other.”
    She didn’t want to help anyone, not even herself.
    “Now,” Mr. Black softly said, “tell me. What can we do for you right now?”

FOUR

    When the door closed behind the newest addition to L.O.S.T., Godfather forced back a scowl, doing his best to keep his face expressionless. Looking around the table, he saw uncertainty reflected in his fellow operatives’ eyes. Silence weighed heavy in the tense air. Who would voice their opposition first?
    Dominic Satriano cracked. “She’s too unstable.”
    Godfather said nothing but walked to the mainframe housed in the massive black console in the corner of the large room. He pulled the keyboard out, grabbed the remote and hit a button. Light flickered across the screens surrounding them. Immediately, an image of Angela Giacomelli, beaten, bruised and broken, wrapped in a hospital gown, sprang up. “She is now,” Godfather admitted. With a press of his finger, a slideshow began. Shots taken at the hospital. Obviously after that piece of shit Montes had destroyed her. But L.O.S.T. would rebuild her. Make her stronger, smarter, more lethal. The ultimate weapon against a man.
    Very little caused Godfather to feel more than his normal dogged determination to put pricks like Montes away. But something about Angela Giacomelli moved him beyond his usual sober awareness. She was damaged, flawed, and hurting badly, but beneath all that pain was a woman who still had more than a little fight left inher. A woman who had the nerve and drive to clean up Dodge, one piece of crap at a time. He’d known when he’d read about her arrest last year that she was marked for L.O.S.T. Now he had her, and he was not going to allow her to slip from his grasp. She was perfect for what he had in mind, but he worried that it might take too long to bring her up to speed. There were two ops right now he could use her on, but she was in no shape to be turned loose. He cursed under his breath. Time was not a commodity he had right now. But he had no choice. He was a patient man. And he knew that Angela Giacomelli would deliver in spades if she was handled correctly.
    “The bastard deserved what she did to him and more,” Brinks, aka Gage Stone, sneered. A chorus of agreement rang out. Godfather nodded and continued to watch the flat screen.
    Images from Angela’s life flickered up one after another, cataloging her from birth to her police academy graduation. A chubby baby held in her proud grandfather’s arms. An eight-year-old riding a dirt bike, flying a mile high into the air as she challenged fate with a brilliant, exuberant smile. Her receiving first communion, looking annoyed in a prissy white dress. Sitting ramrod stiff on a horse as a judge pinned the blue ribbon to her mount’s bridle. Nailing the winning goal in the women’s NCAA Division One lacrosse championship. Then, finally, the chief of police pinning her badge on