The man across the street vanished into the crowd, but his smirk lingered in Jack’s mind like a poison. The trench coat, the confident posture—it could only mean one thing. He's Victor Krane.
He wasn’t sending messages anymore.
He was watching secretly.
Jack turned to Lisa. “Get Sarah to the car. Don’t stop for anyone.”
Lisa nodded and grabbed Sarah’s hand.
“What’s going on?” Sarah asked, still shaken.
“Someone pulled a trigger,” Jack said. “I don’t wait for a second shot.”
They bolted for the car. Olivia’s security moved in like a trained unit, sweeping the surroundings. Jack noticed the ear pieces, the formation. Whoever trained her guards knew their business.
As the Mercedes pulled away, Jack’s mind was already racing ahead. Violetcrest had been compromised. Victor’s reach had d
