The message on the tablet screen was still glowing as I threw the SUV into gear, the tires screaming against the gravel of Othman Njaidi’s estate. “Fifty nine minutes until the reunion, Elena. Don’t let the architect slow you down.” Elisha wasn't just waiting; he was inviting me into his jaws. But he had forgotten one thing: a woman who has already lost everything is the most dangerous soldier on the battlefield.
The rain in Cologny didn’t fall; it hunted. It lashed against the windshield as I sped toward the ridge overlooking the Geneva lakeside. Down below, Elisha’s villa was a fortress of limestone and glass, glowing like a wicked jewel in the dark. I checked the heavy device Othman had given me the EMP that would be my only key to the front door. My heart wasn't racing; it had settle
