CHAPTER SEVENTY NINE – THE CHILDREN OF MY ENEMIES

The Black Olive, an upscale tapas lounge favored by Silicon Valley money, proved to be an inspired meeting place. In the dimly lit, crowded interior, Kayla could slip inside without turning too many heads - a rare respite from the media scrutiny that now dogged her every public move. Precisely at the appointed hour, a solitary figure materialized from the smoky shadows near the back corner of the lounge. A slim, trendily dressed twentysomething with a tangle of raven curls and vivid, kohl-rimmed eyes that flickered with a combination of bravado and trepidation. "Ms. Danvers?" The voice belonged to a woman on the cusp of adulthood, soft and cultured but tinged with the unmistakable rasp of a lifelong smoker. "Thank you for coming alone, as I requested." Kayla inclined her head in brusque acknowledgment as she slid into the shadows of the booth across from the stranger. "You've certainly exceeded every reasonable expectation of anonymity thus far. Now perhaps you can indulge me with a