The safe house in Berlin was supposed to be secure, but Wayne had learned long ago that security was an illusion.
He stood at the window, watching the rain streak down the glass. The city was a maze of shadows and secrets, a place where nothing was quite what it seemed. It was the perfect hiding place for someone who didn't want to be found. Unfortunately, Sterling wasn't hiding anymore. He was making his move.
"Jude, what do we have?" Wayne asked, his voice flat.
The analyst was at his tablet, his fingers flying across the screen. "Sterling's been busy. He's been consolidating power, reaching out to old contacts, building a new network. But there's something else. Something I can't quite figure out."
"What?"
"He's been making moves in the financial sector. Acquiring companies, buying
