The voice froze every thought in my head.I hadn’t heard it in years, but my body remembered before my mind did.Evan Cross.I motioned for Lena to stay back, my gun raised. The firelight cast long shadows across the floor, stretching toward the door like the ghosts of every choice we’d made.“Open it,” the voice said again—steady, controlled, too calm for a man who should’ve been buried in a report years ago.“Evan,” I called out, my voice tight. “Step away from the door.”A short chuckle followed. “Still paranoid, I see.”The doorknob turned slowly. My finger brushed the trigger. But when the door swung open, I wasn’t ready for what I saw.He looked older, yes, but not broken. His eyes still had that calculating gleam, like he was two moves ahead even in silence. The gray in his beard didn’t soften him—it only made him look sharper, more dangerous.“Easy,” he said, raising his hands. “If I wanted you dead, I wouldn’t have knocked.”“Then why are you here?” I asked.His gaze flicked
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