The plan was simple: announce William's terminal illness, wait for Mirabel and Morrison to make their move, then capture them with the police lying in wait.
The execution, however, was anything but simple.
They set up in a private medical facility—one of the few assets William still controlled. Detective Morris had agreed to help, stationing undercover officers throughout the building. The bait: a press conference announcing William's sudden decline and imminent death.
Lucy stood in the bathroom of their temporary suite, staring at her reflection. Dark circles under her eyes, hollowed cheeks from stress and lack of sleep. She barely recognized herself.
“You're a Chen”, Mirabel's voice echoed in her head. “It's in your blood.”
"No," Lucy whispered to her reflection. "I'm not like them.
