The safe house was unusually quiet that morning, the calm before a storm they all felt brewing. The information Edward Burke had provided was their most significant lead yet—a potential treasure trove of evidence that could dismantle Robert Calloway’s empire. But it came with a price: danger loomed closer than ever.
Claire stood by the window, her arms wrapped around herself as she stared at the frost-covered trees outside. Her breath fogged the glass, but her mind was elsewhere, replaying Burke’s words from the day before.
“Claire?” John’s voice pulled her back to the present.
She turned to find him standing in the doorway, his brow furrowed in concern. “You’ve been quiet,” he said, stepping closer. “What’s on your mind?”
“Everything,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “
