He shrugged. “There’s something even weirder. Gloria Morelli is a ghost on social media. Nothing
but a Tumblr account that started six years ago. Technically, before that she didn’t even exist. I pulled her file from San Francisco University, but even that seems bogus. She was homeschooled so no
regular school records or anything. Her parents are dead. Her uncle was her legal guardian. But when
I ran her family’s names, I came up empty.”
“Hold on a sec. So this girl appeared out of nowhere in San Francisco six years ago?”
“Yes. Gloria Morelli is probably another alias she was using until she faked her own death two
years ago and became Anne Harrison.”
“Fuck. She really is a chameleon.” I rubbed my forehead. “Is there any way we can know who she
really is?”
“Everything I’m tracing is a dead end. Even a reverse search on her photo doesn’t lead me
anywhere. The only good news I have for you, Prez, is that her face matches the young blonde’s with
about ninety percent accuracy. That’s an awesome rate.”
“It is awesome all right. More awesome than you think. Thank you, Colton. You did great.”
“Colton? That’s the first time in years you call me by my name.”
I squeezed his shoulder. “I have one more thing to check, and if what I think is true, you’ll get your fucking patch, and everybody will be calling you Colton.” I got to my feet. “Until you decide on a
decent road name, boy.”
He gave a timid smile. “Thank you, Prez. For what it’s worth, I, too, think it’s true.”
Smart kid.
“It’s not my place, but if she is who we think she is, you’ll have better options than delivering her head,” he said.
Really smart kid.
I patted his shoulder and left to check if the girl upstairs was the real Anastasia Romanov.
Six
Sia
My body shuddered as I seemed to have forgotten how to breathe.Stay calm. They don’t know who I
am. Nobody does. It’s been this way for six years. It stays this way no matter what.
No matter what, Sia.
I opened my eyes through the steam, blood swirling down the drain. I reminded myself that I’d
been through worse. Much worse. That Savage thug and his gang thought they were bad, but they
didn’t know who I was. The men that raised me. The devil I was in bed with. My fingers ran over the
mark on my chest the bullet that almost killed me left. If anything, I knew how to survive. I had the scars to prove it. Tonight was no different. I’d find a way to survive.
