The drive wasn’t the only thing Grace left behind.
By morning, Alina had Camille dig into every unregistered property Vance-Corp had touched in the last two decades. There were twelve. Eleven were normal.
The twelfth?
A facility under the river, off-grid, shielded by a dummy biotech company—codename: Monarch.
Nicholas leaned over her shoulder as she flipped through encrypted files.
“She buried something under our city.”
“No,” Alina said. “She built something.”
He caught her chin, turning her face toward him. “You don’t need to chase ghosts, Alina. You already won.”
Her smile was slow, lethal. “I don’t win halfway.”
They reached the facility by nightfall.
A glass elevator took them beneath the concrete city, through dripping black tunnels and steel-reinforced corridors. Camille st
