Snowbound with the Syndicate

Sofia Marchetti stole a laptop bag from the wrong warehouse and drove north with it. She was not going to let a kid take the fall for records she could carry herself. Then the pass closed, her car folded around a tree, and the man who pulled her out runs the route she robbed. Adrian Vaughn has spent two years quietly dismantling his own employer. He needs that bag. He has eleven days of snow and one hunting lodge to get it back. Eleven days. One fireplace. One sleeping bag. One email, already written, scheduled to send the day the ploughs arrive. He thinks he can wait her out. She thinks she can wait him out. Neither of them accounted for the cold, or the cards, or the morning the road opened.