The city never slept, and neither did their enemies.Fiona sat at the kitchen table of the safehouse, tapping her fingers against a steaming mug of coffee. The tension in the room was thick. They had William behind bars, Monroe feeding them intel, and the Echelon in disarray. But there was still one thing they couldn’t ignore—power vacuums never stayed empty for long.Darwin leaned against the counter, his injured shoulder stiff but manageable. Bella sat across from Fiona, arms crossed, her sharp gaze flicking between them. Marcus, typing away on his laptop, was the only one who looked at ease, but Fiona knew better. He thrived in chaos.“Alright,” Marcus said, pushing his chair back. “Monroe’s information checks out. Offshore accounts, shell companies, hidden assets. He didn’t lie.”Bella scoffed. “Of course he didn’t. He knows the only thing keeping him breathing is his usefulness.”Fiona glanced at Monroe, who sat in the corner, hands cuffed to the chair. His expression was unreada
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