The next morning felt too still, like the city itself was holding its breath.
Istanbul's skyline shimmered under a pale sun, the Bosphorus glinting like a blade. Marrin stood at her window, coffee untouched, eyes fixed on the horizon.
Richard Reeves.The name had been buried with the past, but the past never stayed buried—not for her.
Her phone buzzed.Liam: "You were right. Richard Reeves never died. There's movement in Zurich and London accounts—same identifiers from five years ago. He's shifting assets here."
Marrin's jaw tightened. "How soon?"
"Two days. The transfer routes point straight to Istanbul."
Two days. That was all she had to prepare for the man who'd built Calvin into a weapon and turned her life into collateral damage.
By noon, she was in motion.Liam worked from a deco
