Blake - No Time To Lie By Lexi

"Julian is at the bar," Ian said, his voice shedding the polished British accent for a cold, hard American clip. "I'm the guy who takes things back."

Ian didn't run for the balcony; he adjusted his cufflinks. "Change of plans. I'm not Julian anymore." No Time to Lie by Lexi Blake

It was a lie—the upload would take another two minutes—but Ian Taggart was a master of the "long count." He watched Volkov’s eyes flicker. Doubt was a wedge, and Ian was the hammer. "Check your phone, Marek. See if your money still exists." "Julian is at the bar," Ian said, his

Ian threw a heavy chair through the glass, shattering the reinforced pane, and plummeted into the Zurich night. The parachute deployed with a bone-jarring snap, drifting him toward the dark waters of the lake where a speedboat waited. I'm not Julian anymore

Ian leaned his head back, closing his eyes. "In this business, Charlie, there’s no time for the truth until the job is done." "And now?"