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Elayne worked her way forward.
Nobody in the small lounge area. A few books. A gaming system and an impressive DVD collection. Only about thirty percent porn.
She kicked through the small personal luggage closet, but no Holly.
Where the hell was that b***h hiding?
There was nowhere else for her to be hiding. The only people aboard were she and the crew.
Shit! It was a dry hole.
Once she’d tracked down and exterminated Holly’s whole team right in front of the chicken-coward b***h, she was going to rip the boobs off that goddamn Vesna whose phone call had sent her on this wild goose chase to begin with.
She glared about the tiny kitchen, so desperate for a target that her hands were shaking.
Except her hands never shook.
Blood sugar. Had to be.
Due to a tight connection, and al
