She’d been biding her time for a while, waiting for the right moment. It was not easy to wait, because in waiting one couldn’t help but remember…

Christmas 1996
She was 13 and home from school. It was one of her father’s famous Christmas parties. Many of his business associates mingled with the guests. These men in black suits looked sinister, nothing at all like her father. She had inherited her dark curls from him, though none of his movie-star good looks. She watched with pride as he danced with her mother. Her mother was stunning tonight, dressed in a green sheath, her red hair pulled tight into a chignon.

As they danced, the assassin was making his move. He had also been biding his time, waiting for the right moment. When he made his move, it had to be perfect. And it was. Two bullets shot with perfect aim. Two beautiful people ripped out of her life forever. Annabelle Larson was left an orphan in that one devastating moment. And at the tender age of 13, she vowed she would avenge them someday.