The safe house was cold. Not just the temperature, but something deeper—a chill that had settled into the walls and refused to leave. Stone sat at the table, staring at the files spread out before him. The list. Twenty-three names. Some crossed off, others still waiting. But his mind wasn't on the mission.
It was on Wrench.
Three days had passed since the last facility. Three days of silence from the man who'd been his closest ally. Wrench had retreated to a corner of the safe house, barely eating, barely speaking. When Stone tried to talk to him, he'd just shake his head and turn away.
Elena moved to Stone's side, her voice low. "He's not going to talk to you. Not yet."
Stone looked up, his eyes hollow. "He killed three of them. Three targets. Before we could interrogate them."
Elena
