The FBI agent arrives two hours later.

Agent Sarah Martinez looks nothing like what Aria expected. She's young. Maybe thirty-five. Sharp suit, kind eyes, and a voice that cuts through bullshit like a scalpel.

"Dr. Blackwood," she says, shaking Aria's hand. "Thank you for reaching out."

They sit in Dominic's living room. The city sparkles below them like nothing has changed. But everything has changed.

"Before we start," Agent Martinez says, "I need to make something clear. This conversation ...