Chapter 58.
The tranquility that followed the breakfast briefing was short-lived. Victor had left thirty minutes prior, his departure marked by the disciplined, low hum of his SUV as it pulled out of the drive. He had a base to command and a Captain to neutralize, leaving Briar and Eliza in the relative silence of the kitchen to process the fact that their world had effectively doubled in size. Briar was upstairs, pulling on her denim work apron and braiding her hair with trembling fingers, when the sound of a well-maintained, silver sedan pulling into the gravel broke her concentration. It wasn’t the aggressive roar of a military vehicle, nor the rattling muffler of a Lower Falls local. It was a sensible, high-end car- the kind of vehicle owned by someone who valued longevity and performance over
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