The interrogation room door swung open suddenly. Light from the hallway spilled in, cutting through the gloom and landing on a tall, sharply dressed man. Nathan Hale.

His presence filled the room instantly, clearing the stale air. Even Morgan, who had been frozen mid-motion, felt his breath catch.

Nathan’s blue eyes were cold as the Arctic, scanning every corner until they landed on Tessa. She was curled up, hands cuffed, clothes rumpled, face pale with fear. Morgan still had his hands ...