The service dock was a slick, shadowed maze of crates and rusted machinery, the air thick with salt and the faint hum of the city beyond. Lena Hart led her diminished crew—Sasha Voss, Riley Kane, and Daniel Carter—through the narrow paths, their clothes still dripping from the plunge into the bay. Max’s betrayal burned in Lena’s chest, a raw wound that fueled her steps. The key to locker 47, tucked in her jacket with the map from the safe house, was her father’s legacy, a path to ...