Chapter 4

The rain hammered against the windshield as I gripped the steering wheel, my knuckles white against the leather. The curve ahead loomed through the darkness—Highway 101, mile marker 47, exactly where Conrad's team had calculated the perfect accident would occur. No witnesses except the ones we'd positioned. No survivors except the one who was supposed to die.

I pressed the accelerator, feeling the Mercedes respond beneath me. In the passenger seat sat a mannequin dressed in my clothes, her synthetic hair styled exactly like mine. The forensics team Conrad had hired would find enough DNA evidence to satisfy any investigation.…