A Tiny Bit Of Hope

JOSIE

The moment Killian told me Gunner got the evidence we needed, I almost cried in relief. It was like the most important piece of the puzzle, and we finally had it. The next day, Gunner contacted his friends at the FBI, and the wheels were put into motion.

Soon. That one word rang in my head. It was supposed to bring hope, but it also carried a great load of restlessness. The what-ifs swirled in my mind. After everything Killian and I had been through, getting that recording from the informant seemed suspiciously effortless. Of course, I might have been just paranoid, or I had grown too bitter and pessimistic to accept our luck. But I couldn't help it. There was an urgency within me—a need to know more, to be prepared for everything that Yan Hao might use against us.

I hadn't slept for three days working on the Eye. I had used Tony's knowledge and contacts to buy the necessary equipment. Of course, my shopping had made him curious beyond the limits of sanity. He had spent a few ho