The rain had become a downpour.
Ethan sat in the field office, staring at the wall of names. Alexander Trenton was in custody. Sarah Vance was in prison. Michael Reyes was behind bars. But the name at the top of the wall remained blank. A question mark. A void.
Ava walked in with two cups of coffee. She set one in front of him and stood beside him.
"You've been staring at that wall for three hours," she said.
"I know. I'm trying to see what I'm missing."
"Maybe you're not missing anything. Maybe the answer isn't on the wall."
Ethan looked at her. "Then where is it?"
Ava was silent for a moment. "Maybe it's in your head. Maybe you already know who it is. You just don't want to admit it."
Ethan shook his head. "That's not possible. I've been over every name. Every connection. There's
