A Touch of frost
Excerpt
I
had watched Caryn’s husband closely.
Waited for the perfect chance to breach his inner
circle.
Though he didn’t have a security detail or bodyguards,
the outer perimeter of his Georgian-Style mansion was
sealed tighter than
On the
rare occasions he did venture out, he’d blend into a crowd
or vanish into traffic as if by magic.
Photographing him proved just as challenging.
Where’s Waldo had nothing on this guy.
Every picture Tommy had taken—and he’d shot
hundreds—came out blurry or obscured somehow.
Digital.
Instant. It
didn’t matter.
The man was as elusive as
But
patience is a virtue and mine had paid off.
After months of legwork, tons of research, and
hundreds of surveillance hours, I’d finally found a way
inside Braeden Frost’s house.