Chapter 55 Back To The Fire

• The jet touched down in Lagos under a sky heavy with clouds, as if the city itself was bracing for what was about to come. Sandra stared out the window, her fingers laced with Steve’s. The honeymoon glow hadn’t faded, not exactly, but it had been tempered by the message they’d found waiting for them on their wedding night.
• She glanced at Steve. He hadn’t spoken much during the flight, but his silence wasn’t uncertainty. It was calculation—the same razor-sharp focus that had made him untouchable for so long.
• “You’re already planning,” she said quietly.