The air in the safehouse turned to liquid nitrogen.
Rain lashed relentlessly against the grime-streaked glass, but inside, the silence was absolute. Every eye in the room–Arthur’s, Julian’s, Claire’s—was fixed on the ruggedized laptop screen.
And then, on Adrian.
Evelyn didn't move. She couldn't. Her fingers curled into tight fists at her sides, her nails biting so deeply into her palms that she barely felt the skin break.
OPERATIVE NAME: ADRIAN HAYES.
ASSIGNMENT: COVER-UP OF THE LAURENT CARTER ESTATE / PERSONAL SURVEILLANCE OF EVELYN CARTER.
"Evelyn..." Adrian’s voice was barely a rasp. He pushed himself off the sofa, his face ghastly pale as fresh blood bloomed across the white bandages wrapping his flank. He took one agonizing step toward her, his dark eyes pleading, filled with a
