Chapter 11

The video was uploaded to every major social media platform at precisely 8:00 AM on a Tuesday.

It wasn't flashy. There was no dramatic music, no clever editing. It was simply a locked-off camera angle of a grand piano sitting in the living room of a modest cabin.

Harper Quinn walked

Chapter 12

The Thorne mansion had always been vast, but tonight, it felt like a tomb.

Silas Thorne sat in the cavernous expanse of his dark, mahogany-paneled study, staring blankly at the wall-mounted television screen. The volume was muted, but the scrolling ticker at the bottom of the news broa

Chapter 13

The conference room in the law offices of Marcus Sterling was a masterclass in psychological intimidation.

Perched on the forty-second floor of a downtown Denver high-rise, the room was entirely encased in floor-to-ceiling glass, offering a dizzying, unobstructed view of the snow-cappe