MAYA
Marcus left two videos. The first was a confession. The second was a weapon.
The download bar reached one hundred percent. My finger trembled over the trackpad.
"Wait," Dominic said. He was already pulling on his pants. "Let me check the file first. Make sure it's not malware."
"We don't have time…"
"Maya." His voice was sharp. "Morrison could be tracking us right now."
That stopped me cold. He was right.
I pulled the sheet around myself while he ran the file through security software. The laptop screen is filled with code.
"It's clean," he said finally. "Just a video file."
We sat side by side, the laptop balanced between us. I double-clicked the file.
The screen went black. Then Marcus's face appeared.
My breath caught. This wasn't the Marcus from the will video. This Mar
