Chapter 195: The Car Crash File Mentioned

Marcus did not bring rumors to Nathaniel Crosswell.

He brought facts, patterns, and threats that had already crossed the line from theoretical to operational. That was why he waited until after midnight, when the residence had settled into its quiet rhythms and the staff had withdrawn into invisibility, before requesting a private briefing.

Nathaniel was in his study, jacket off, sleeves rolled with mechanical precision. Lillian had retired earlier, claiming fatigue without explanation. He had not followed. Some instincts still frightened him with their intensity.

Marcus entered without ceremony, tablet in hand, expression unreadable.

“You said it was time sensitive,” Nathaniel said.

“It is,” Marcus replied. He placed the tablet