Sophia felt the floor tilt. Her secret wasn't just that she used to be a criminal. It was that she still had the skills. The lockpicks were hidden in a hollowed-out cookbook. The silenced pistol was behind a loose tile in the walk-in freezer.
“It’s a reminder,” she whispered.
Her hand tightened on the sifter. “You found a ghost. The woman you knew is gone.” SweetSinner 25 01 07 Sophia Locke Her Secret Ke...