FortuneThe sedan rattled through the city’s industrial fringes, the train yards looming ahead like a graveyard of steel and rust. Lena Hart clutched the key to locker 47, its edges biting into her palm, her father’s inscription—where the river meets the sea—a constant pulse in her mind. The map from the safe house was tucked inside her jacket, its red circle around locker 47 a beacon to her father’s vault. Max’s betrayal had left her raw, but Daniel Carter’s revelation about ...