Consciousness returned to Maya Vance in disorienting, fragmented waves of sound, motion, and heavy, intoxicating scents. The first sensation was the rhythmic, low-frequency hum of a heavy turbocharged diesel engine vibrating through leather and steel. The second was the smell: rich Italian leather, aged bourbon, ozone from the storm outside, and the dark, distinct scent of cedarwood, gun oil, and rain that belonged exclusively to the man who had killed…
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