The morning sun was cold.
Ethan stood in the field office, staring at the whiteboard. Names. Dates. Connections. The entire conspiracy laid out in black and white. His father's face stared back at him from a photograph pinned to the board. Beside it, Sarah Vance. Beside her, a question mark.
Ava walked in with two cups of coffee. She set one in front of him and stood beside him.
"You've been standing there for an hour," she said.
"I'm trying to see what I'm missing."
"Maybe you're not missing anything. Maybe you just need more time."
Ethan shook his head. "Time is the one thing I don't have. Sarah's allies are still out there. They're still watching."
Ava was silent for a moment. Then she said, "What did Nora find?"
Ethan walked to the table and picked up a file. "She traced Sarah'
