Deirdre Makepeace stirred and, half-awake, felt a body next to her. She groaned. What had she got herself into last night? Someone else in her bed. How could that be? She touched his back. It was cold. It felt wet. There was blood on it. He was a complete stranger. So commences this gripping crime novel. The mafia are trying to track down $1 billion stolen using special computer code written for a bank at...