The morning light filtering through the bulletproof windows of the safehouse brought no comfort.
Tricia sat in the war room surrounded by open files, her fingers tracing the name over and over again.
Tobias Ward.
The only man who might hold the key to unlocking everything her mother died trying to protect.
Christopher entered quietly, a steaming cup of espresso in hand. He set it down beside her without a word, his other hand brushing hers in a subtle, grounding gesture.
“He’s alive,” she murmured.
He didn’t need to ask who.
“I know,” he said. “Alex just confirmed it. He’s been hiding in the underground bunkers of southern France. Went dark after your mother’s death. We think he’s the last surviving member of Project Echo.”
“And you didn’t tell me?”
“I only confirmed it thirty min
