The chaos of the gala attack was still fresh in Elara's mind as she sat in the FBI field office, her hands wrapped around a cup of cold coffee. Julian was beside her, his jaw tight, his gray eyes burning with fury.
Richard Vance was alive. He had survived the shooting. He had been planning, waiting, biding his time. And now, he had made his move.
"How did he survive?" Elara asked, her voice hollow. "I shot him. I saw him die."
Agent Martinez shook his head slowly. "We don't know yet. But the evidence suggests he had help. Someone on the inside someone who knew about the investigation and helped him fake his death."
"A leak," Julian said, his voice hard. "Just like the last time."
"Yes. And we have reason to believe that leak is still active. Someone is feeding him information about th
