Author POV

Andrew looked up from the tablet and glanced toward Gray, who sat silent at the back of the armored car, his gaze locked on the city lights flickering outside.

“The new development,” Andrew began, his tone steady but tense. “Our informant confirmed it — the opponent’s people plan to strike during the President’s campaign tonight.”

Gray didn’t flinch. He simply exhaled slowly and leaned back against the seat, fingers tapping his knee once. “Interesting,” he ...