The early dawn spilled through the glass of Caden Tower like a warning light. Aria stood before the digital war board in the command room, eyes locked on the blinking map that showed every point of Elias Monroe’s empire they had dismantled.
Twenty-eight shell companies down. Fourteen corrupt tech contracts exposed. Dozens of aliases identified.
And yet, the center, the man himself, remained untouched.
“We found the location,” Philip said, walking in, sleep-deprived but energized. “A private facility in the Velrose Mountains. Off-grid. Hidden in plain sight. Satellite confirms activity.”
Jerry stood beside Aria, arms folded. “What kind of activity?”
“High-frequency network signals, generator cycles, possible drone surveillance,” Grant replied. “He’s preparing for something.”
Aria exha
