The night breeze hit Dave's face as he stood on the roof of the warehouse as soon as he got the message from Luke. The city lay in the distance, urban lights shining against the dark sky. His back leaned against an old, rusted antenna. In his hand, an old photograph was wedged between hard, scarred fingers.
It was a photograph of a woman. Her face was calm, she wore round glasses, and her red hair stood out in contrast. Behind that calmness was a sharp gaze that was not easily forgotten. The name at the bottom of the photo: Agatha.
A whistleblower. A former government agency analyst who is now on the run for leaking data on massive corruption. She disappeared before prosecutors could catch her-or before the people she wanted to expose could get rid of her.
“Agatha sent a signal a week a
