Heather Duncan Agent of F I T
1 ?Miss me Duncan?? the whispered words sliced through the silence. That was how it started. Cold, harsh, calculated. She didn't have to see who spoke them. ?Cheating death itself these days huh Marcott,? the blond fired back. That comment brought a chuckle from the woman, who pressed the cold barrel against Heather Duncan's neck. ?You know I couldn't die. There was too much unfinished work to do,? Mallory hissed. Heather heard the soft clacking of her shoes as she...