The morning sun was cold on Ethan's face.
He stood on the balcony of his apartment, looking out at the city below. Seattle was waking up, the streets filling with cars and people. The sky was gray, the air thick with the promise of rain. It was the kind of day that made you feel like something was coming.
Something dark.
Ava walked out onto the balcony. She was holding two cups of coffee. She handed one to him and stood beside him.
"You're up early," she said.
"I couldn't sleep. Too much on my mind."
"What are you thinking about?"
"Marcus Webb. About what he said before they took him away."
Ava nodded. "He said there were others. People who would continue his work."
Ethan took a sip of his coffee. "I know. And I believe him."
Ava was silent for a moment. Then she said, "What are
