For The Thrill of it. A Michael Stone adventure.

Previously

…He thought of her handshake. The way she scanned a room. The way she’d laughed at his joke. “I’ll take it,” he said. The purser blinked. “You will?” “Consider me hired. Now tell me everything you know about her itinerary, her friends on board, anyone who spoke to her.” Michael grabbed a notepad from his bag. “Start with the last person who saw her.” The purser talked. Michael wrote. And beneath the professional calm, the old, familiar thrill rose in his chest—the one that had carried him through night jumps and dark alleys, through cases everyone else had given up on. The hunt was on. And for the first time in years, he wasn’t just hunting for justice. He was hunting for her.