It had been seventy-two hours since Marrin Reeves vanished from every known network.Her name had become a headline, then a rumor, then a ghost story whispered in boardrooms and back channels.
The authorities called it a "disappearance under investigation." The media called it "justice catching up." But those who knew her—the few who had truly seen what she was capable of—didn't believe she was gone.
Because Marrin never left loose ends.
Somewhere on the outskirts of the city, in a rented apartment under another name, a woman with shorter hair and colder eyes sat in front of a blank mirror. The reflection that stared back at her wasn't Marrin Reeves. Not anymore.
The passport on the table read Lena Hartwell.The name felt foreign on her tongue, but it would serve its purpose.
She adjust
