The London safe house had become a place of quiet reflection.
Three weeks had passed since the destruction of the oil platform. Three weeks of silence. Three weeks of waiting for Eleanor Cross to make her next move. But there had been nothing. No messages, no attacks, no signs of life. Eleanor had vanished completely.
Ethan sat at the table, staring at the letter from Eleanor. He'd read it a dozen times, each time finding something new in the words. She'd been broken, twisted by her obsession with control. But she'd also loved him, in her own way.
Kate moved through the room, her footsteps soft on the worn carpet. "Ethan, you've been staring at that letter for hours. You need to rest."
"I can't rest. Not while she's still out there."
Kate sat down beside him, her hand on his arm. "We'
