The FBI field office in downtown Los Angeles was a fortress of gray concrete and mirrored glass, deliberately imposing and utterly charmless. Ethan arrived at 8:47 AM, exhausted from a sleepless night and running on nothing but black coffee and adrenaline. Vincent accompanied him, along with Amanda Cross and a portable hard drive containing every piece of evidence they'd compiled on Dominic's criminal enterprise.
Jack had stayed behind at Blackwood Manor, coordinating security operations and managing the fallout from the hospital fire. The final count was devastating. Seventy percent of the administrative records destroyed. Millions of dollars in damage. And worst of all, most of the physical evidence documenting the surveillance network in Margaret's room had been incinerated beyond reco
