"Audio feed is live," Silas announced, adjusting the dials on a small, heavy-duty federal transceiver he had placed on the nightstand.

Nora sat up in her hospital bed, the laptop still resting on her tray table. "How did you manage to bug the CEO’s office of a billion-dollar biotech firm so quickl

Nora swung her legs over the edge of the hospital bed, her bare feet hitting the cold linoleum. Her ribs ached with a sharp, blinding intensity, a lingering souvenir from the blast she had orchestrated to save her own life.

Silas stood by the door, his posture rigid, his service weapon drawn and a

The safehouse smelled of stale coffee and ozone. Nora had been sitting at the massive metal desk for six hours straight, her fingers flying across the illuminated keyboard. The pain in her ribs had faded to a dull throb, masked entirely by the electric surge of absolute focus.

Silas stood behind h