The figure on the rooftop disappeared like smoke, leaving only shadows and unanswered questions. I gripped Lucky's hand tighter as Commander Chen approached with official documents.
"Mrs. Caruso," she said, using my new married name. "We need to discuss your future role in this investigation."
"Future role?" Lucky stepped protectively closer. "She has done enough. We both have."
"The Syndicate may be crippled, but it is not dead. Viktor was middle management, not the top tier." Chen opened a tablet displaying organizational charts. "There are at least twelve regional commanders still operational."
My blood ran cold. "Twelve?"
"Europe, Asia, South America, Africa. Viktor controlled North American operations, but the others remain active." Chen swiped through photos of men and women I h
