Her husband wants her locked away in a psychiatric facility. His business partner wants her dead.
Isabella Armond thought her husband was a physician. Why wouldn’t she? He indeed appeared to be a prominent cardio-thoracic surgeon with a high-end Paris practice. But what she did not know was that he was also a black-market butcher. Aligned with his business partner the two stole and brokered thousands of organs from unsuspecting victims. Adrien Armond, a psychopath, whose addiction to power and the good life needed a constant infusion of funds. Isabella alone stood in his way and that just would not do.
Isabella was now the target of the only man that could save her.
“I want her dead. Make it happen,” Avigad stated. His thick lips enveloped the rim of the fine china cup. Her death was not a suggestion. It was an order to be carried out without question. An assassination. I was a surgeon but his chosen assassin for this death. “I don’t care what method you employ. Get it done.”