I stood in Bella's trashed office at 3 AM, taking it all in. My blood pressure was heading for the roof. I'd spent 23 years in military intelligence, but nothing prepared me for seeing my sister's space violated like this.
The cleaning crew tried to tidy up, but I could still spot the signs of a pro search. Files were out of place. Computer cables had tiny scratches from being messed with. Even Bella's family photo was a couple of degrees off.
"They were after something specific," I told Mikel. He stood next to me, jaw so tight I thought his teeth would c***k. This wasn't just random vandalism or some amateur messing around. Someone knew what they were doing.
"How long were they here?" he asked, his voice flat with rage.
I checked my watch against the building's security logs. Accordin
