CHAPTER SIX
Keri tried to control her emotions as a shot of adrenaline coursed through her system, making her entire body tingle.
She recognized the man staring back at her. But she didn’t know him as John Johnson. When they’d met, he’d gone by the name Thomas Anderson, but everybody referred to him as The Ghost.
They’d spoken only twice, each time at the Twin Towers Correctional Facility in downtown Los Angeles, where he was currently being incarcerated for crimes not unlike those John Johnson had been acquitted of.
“Who is it, Keri?” Mags asked, half concerned, half annoyed by the long silence.
Keri realized she had been mutely staring at the mug shot for the last few seconds.
“Sorry,” she replied, shaking herself back into the moment. “His name is Thomas Anderson. He’s being held
