The forensic lab occupied the top floor of an unmarked building overlooking the financial district, its anonymity intentional. No corporate logos. No reception banners. Just reinforced glass, controlled access doors, and silence thick enough to swallow secrets.
Damian preferred it that way.
He stood beside the long steel workstation, sleeves rolled to his forearms, watching lines of code scroll across a large monitor. The pale glow reflected against his face, sharpening the exhaustion beneath his eyes.
Three nights without real sleep.
Three nights chasing ghosts buried five years deep.
Across from him, Dr. Helena Rowe adjusted her glasses and leaned closer to the screen. She was one of the few digital forensic analysts Damian trusted absolutely. Former government cyber-crimes speciali
