Tatiana POV

“I came to bury him; I didn’t expect witnesses.”

The harbor smells like cold metal and old blood.

I move through the fog, each footstep measured, the Glock steady in my grip.

Dock 9 — the place where Charles buried his sins.

And tonight, I came to exhume them.

I’d been tracking the movements here for days, waiting for his men to surface.

Instead, I find them.

A woman’s voice cuts through the wind.

Celeste.

She’s smaller than I remember from the dossiers pale, still ...