Chapter 35: The Face in the Feed (Revised)
The stairwell rang with our footsteps—quick and uneven, the kind of run where your mind is still half a second behind your body. Bella was in front now, taking the steps two at a time, hand tight on the railing like it was the only thing grounding her. Marcus followed close behind, phone already at his ear, voice low and clipped as he gave orders to the team.
“Lock down the penthouse. Full sweep. No one in or out until we clear it. Drones up, facial rec running on every feed. And someone get Vanessa’s last known location—now.”
Bella shoved the garage door open so hard it slammed against the concrete wall. The Range Rover sat waiting, engine idling low. She yanked the back door, climbed in, slammed it shut. I slid in next to her. Marcus took the
