The victory over the traitor should have felt like a triumph. Instead, it felt like the calm before a storm Rook couldn't see coming.
He stood in the converted factory's command center, his eyes fixed on the intelligence reports that Wick had compiled over the last forty-eight hours. Yuri's testimony had been exhaustive—every communication he'd sent to Kravchenko, every piece of intelligence he'd leaked, every operation he'd compromised.
But there was something else. Something that Wick had found buried in the data, hidden beneath layers of encryption.
Irina moved up beside him, her voice low and careful. "What did Wick find?"
Rook was quiet for a moment, his eyes still fixed on the screen. "A pattern. Yuri wasn't working alone. He had a handler inside the alliance—someone who's been f
