The morning sun was cold on Ethan's face.
He stood in the field office, staring at the whiteboard. The names stretched across the surface like a web of corruption. Marcus Webb. Elena Volkov. Andrew Pierce. Mark Hollister. Thomas Hart. Julian Cross. Alexander Trenton. David Reyes. Maria Bennett. Alex Chen. Viktor Volkov. Anna Volkov. Michael Reyes. Sarah Vance. Christopher Vale. Victor Volkov.
All arrested. All in prison. All part of the conspiracy.
But the name at the top of the board was still blank. A void that Ethan couldn't fill.
Ava walked in with two cups of coffee. She set one in front of him and stood beside him.
"You've been standing here for 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 boa
