The rain had started again. A soft, endless drizzle that turned the city into a blur of reflections — headlights smearing across wet streets, neon lights trembling in puddles. Marrin stood by the window, watching the storm gather strength.
Her laptop glowed faintly on the table behind her, displaying a web of names, companies, and transactions — all of them leading back to one man.Richard Reeves.
For hours, she'd been tracing his digital fingerprints through offshore accounts and dummy corporations. Each layer peeled away another secret, another sin. But beneath all the noise, one fact remained constant: he was preparing something big.
"Phase Three," Liam called it, in that dry voice of his that made everything sound like a chess move instead of a human threat.
But Marrin knew better.
