Sheena Ryder Blacked -

The world narrowed to a pinprick. Sheena had no partner. No backup. The fortress she'd built had no doors—for anyone else. She had walked into a trap not of violence, but of leverage. And Marcus, the con man, the ghost, was the black ink they were using to sign her surrender.

Her latest case was a violation.

She looked at him. Really looked. Past the bruises, past the file she'd memorized. He gave her the tiniest shake of his head. Don't. sheena ryder blacked

"You're going to hand over the encryption key to your master drive," the serpent man said, pulling a thin, wicked-looking blade from his coat. "Or Mr. Velez here will get a new smile. Then his wife. Then his little girl. In that order."

"Let's go," she said. "We have work to do." The world narrowed to a pinprick

"Your ankle monitor," she said, breathless. "It's still off."

"Ms. Ryder," the serpent man said. "Right on time." The fortress she'd built had no doors—for anyone else

Marcus "Vex" Velez was a ghost from the city’s underbelly, a man who had run a massive identity theft ring before she’d helped put him away for a decade. He’d been a model prisoner, a paragon of rehabilitation. And now, three months into his parole, his GPS ankle monitor had gone dark for six hours.