No Time To Lie By Lexi Blake File

Ian threw a heavy chair through the glass, shattering the reinforced pane, and plummeted into the Zurich night. The parachute deployed with a bone-jarring snap, drifting him toward the dark waters of the lake where a speedboat waited.

The safe clicked. Ian grabbed the drive, but as he turned to exit, the hum stopped. Silence was worse. No Time to Lie by Lexi Blake

"Ian," Charlie’s voice dropped an octave, urgent. "Volkov just left the ballroom. He’s not taking the elevator. He’s using the private stairs. He’ll be there in forty seconds." Ian threw a heavy chair through the glass,

He squeezed her hand. "Now, I'm just Ian. And that’s the only truth that matters." If you'd like, I can: Ian grabbed the drive, but as he turned

"You’re a dead man," Volkov sneered. "My men will peel the skin from your bones before you reach the lobby."