WithinThe spotlight’s glare burned through the rain, pinning Lena Hart and her makeshift crew against the pier’s edge, where the dark waters of the bay churned below. Claire’s voice cut through the storm, her gun steady, flanked by two of Marcus Tate’s men, their silhouettes menacing in the dockside haze. “Give me the key, Eleanor,” she repeated, her tone cold but laced with an edge of urgency. “Vivian’s done waiting.”

Lena’s fingers tightened around the ...