was just after two in the morning. She hoped that the dress she wore would attract the wrong kind of attention. She wasn’t trying to look like a prostitute, just vulnerable. The knee-length dress was decorated with a pretty floral pattern. It was the shortest dress she would ever wear. Her top wasn’t revealing at all. The red angora sweater gave nothing away. Jeans were
Jonas SaulShe’d been in Budapest for over four weeks and her sister Vivian had been silent since her arrival. All Sarah had was the final note her dead sister made her write telling her that Armond Stuart had fled to Hungary.
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