Chapter 109 Sharks Or Saviors
- The safehouse was too quiet.
- Not the kind of quiet that meant rest. The kind that came when you knew something was breathing just under the floorboards — waiting.
- Bishop spread a handful of printed documents and scrawled notes across the dining table. Knox stood over his shoulder, arms crossed, jaw locked. Decker was nursing a drink on the couch, eyes darting between screens. And Ellerei?