The first rays of dawn filtered through the reinforced windows of the Rodriguez villa's east wing. Alex stood alone in the makeshift command center they'd established after securing the property, his reflection ghostly in the darkened monitor screens. Six hours had passed since Genesis deployed. Six hours since Sonia had revealed who she truly was.
The daughter of Franco Martinez. The man who had threatened to expose his family's corruption. The whistleblower who'd been silenced.
He rubbed his eyes, exhaustion setting in after the adrenaline crash. Behind him, the door opened with a soft click.
"Security perimeter is holding," James reported, his voice carefully neutral. "Geneva's been moved to the guesthouse under guard. Her phone and all communication devices have been confiscated."
