Chapter 17 - Shadows From A Former Life
Before Naomi could answer, the secure satellite phone resting in Margaret Hale’s leather trench coat buzzed sharply on the table.
Margaret pulled the encrypted device out, pressing the speaker button while standing near the conservatory double doors.
“Hale,” the older woman answered crisply into the receiver.
“Margaret, we intercepted an encrypted relay ping originating from a Swiss proxy server targeting your location in Massachusetts,” a grave voice warned.
Ethan’s expression instantly hardened, all thoughts of the proposal vanishing as his protective instincts flared to life.
“Who is tracking us?” Ethan demanded, stepping protectively between Naomi and the open doorway.
“An international syndicate whose financial embezzlement schemes Naomi disrupted back during her Philadelphia detail,” Margaret replied grimly.
Naomi closed her eyes for a single second, feeling the familiar weight of danger return to the quiet New England air.
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She looked down at the silver ring in Ethan’s open hand, then up into the unwavering eyes of the man who chose her over an empire.
“They think I’m hiding behind a housekeeper’s apron,” Naomi whispered, her voice dropping into a cold, lethal register.
