The trial of Elias Kruger was the most anticipated event in the intelligence community's history. The proceedings were held in a secure facility in Brussels, the courtroom packed with journalists, security personnel, and the families of the people who'd been lost in the war that had spanned nearly a decade.
Rook sat in the gallery, his eyes fixed on the man who'd been responsible for everything. Kruger sat at the defense table, his expression flat and unreadable, his eyes fixed on the documents in front of him. He looked older now—the years of running and fighting had taken their toll. But there was still a defiance in his posture, a refusal to accept defeat.
Sergei moved up beside him, his voice low and careful. "The prosecution is ready to present their case. They've got decades of evi
