Police sirens echoed through the warehouse district.
One by one, Samuel Black’s armed men dropped their weapons as Captain Ryan’s officers and U.S. Marshals secured the building.
Marcus tightened the handcuffs on Samuel’s wrists.
“You’ve spent thirty years running.”
“You’re finished.”
Samuel smiled.
“I’ve spent thirty years preparing to be caught.”
Marcus frowned.
“What?”
Samuel leaned closer.
“Ask yourself one question.”
“If I knew this archive existed…”
“…why didn’t I destroy it years ago?”
Marcus’s grip loosened for the briefest moment.
Samuel laughed.
“Exactly.”
⸻
Nathaniel
Across the warehouse, paramedics worked on Nathaniel’s shoulder.
The bullet had passed cleanly through.
Painful.
But not fatal.
Lucas knelt beside him.
Neither man spoke.
Finally, Nathaniel m
