I couldn't sleep.
I lay on top of the covers staring at the ceiling while the estate settled around me, listening to the particular silence of a house full of people keeping secrets. The fog had thickened outside my window, muffling the sound of the coast, and sometime around three in the morning I gave up pretending rest was coming and sat up in the dark.
Marcus walking into that fog unhurried, that was the image I couldn’t shake off.
Not the grip on my wrist, or the footage playing on his screen. Just that slow, unbothered walk away from Harrison Voss. A man most people didn’t walk away from at all, and the absolute absence of fear in it.
He knew something we didn’t.
I was still sitting with that when Harrison’s study light came on down the hall at six. I heard the low murmur of his
