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Liam POV ​The coordinates do not lead to a sci-fi base. They lead to a decommissioned lighthouse on a private island off the coast of Maine. It is a place of salt, rotting wood, and cold stone. It is a place for a quiet murder, not a global takeover. ​I push the boat toward the rocky shore. The waves hit the hull with a heavy thud. The engine hums. My heart is a faster rhythm. ​Eleanor has my mother. My mother is a woman who loves gardens and old books. She does not belong in this damp, gray hell.

Because of the rush of emotions, I closed my eyes and savored Ros's kiss while we both got wet. This was my first kiss and he was the first.. DYLAN LORENZO POV:) After I parked the car on the side of the road, the investigator I hired quickly got in. He quickly pointed to an apartment that was quite old. Only on the side are people hanging out drinking, smoking and accompanied by prostitutes. We are here in the tondo where the person I am looking for lives. "The one you're looking for lives there now." It told me to point to the old hire.

“Keep me posted if there are any updates.” Mason was the wealthiest man in Brookesville. Now that both his wife and daughter went missing, the authorities were particularly worked up. They dispatched more than a dozen police cars to Fernbrook Hill. … Fernbrook Hill hugged the ocean and its terrain was complicated. Following the navigation app on her phone, Zoe drove the black Bentley deep into the hills and made countless turns before she stopped at the side of the road. At that moment, she heard a lady’s voice from her phone.

To see oceans and mountains, pyramids and clouds. He is sitting on a lounge, his nose tucked into the pages of a novel. He knows I am here, it is evident in his body language. He continues to read but his shoulders are stiff, he turns the pages a second too soon. He is simply waiting to see who will step out of the shadows. He will bury a bullet in my brain before I could reach him to strike. “I’ve been looking for you,” I offer up quietly and I watch the tension dissipate. His muscles unclench and he sets the book down. He is already halfway through the novel. He has been in here for some time.

THE CONTACT IN THE SHADOWS ‎Th‌e heavy⁠ rain ove​r the River⁠ Thames ha​d⁠ tu‌rned into a thick, choking fog‍ by midn​i​ght, mi‌mi‌cking the exact same eerie, dangerous atmo‌sphere of th‌e lone‍ly docks where Harriso‌n Vane had met his⁠ viole⁠nt end​ two weeks p‌rior. Celeste s‌t​ood perfectly still beneath th‌e rust‍ed iron‌ beams of the Greenwich footbridge, her h‍an​ds bu‍r⁠ied dee⁠p‌ in the po‌ckets of her leather‌ ja‍cket. The sound o‍f the​ black ri‍ver water lappin​g against the m‌assive⁠ sto​ne pillars wa‍s a low, co‌nstant murmur in the dark.

The car started moving fast. “Where are we going?” I asked quietly. Havisham looked out the window. “A private place. No interruptions this time. You have been busy with the Cross family and your neighbor. I need to remind you who you answer to.” The drive felt long. My mind raced with worries about Chloe, the children, and the USB drive hidden back at the cabin. Finally the car stopped at a small motel on the edge of town. It looked quiet and hidden. Havisham paid the man at the front desk with cash. We went to the last room at the end of the building.

Dockside Confrontation The midnight air at the west pier tasted of salt and diesel. Cargo cranes loomed like skeletons against the moonlight, their arms frozen in time. Shadows stretched long over rusting containers. It was the kind of place where secrets were traded, and bodies could vanish without a ripple. Livia crouched behind a stack of wooden crates, her coat pulled tight, eyes fixed on the stretch of concrete where Russo would arrive. Her phone vibrated once. A message from Clara: In position. Camera rolling.

“This is where the curse first took root. My ancestors… yours… the feud began here.” I stepped past him, drawn forward by something I couldn’t name. The clearing was overgrown, choked with thorny vines and blackened bark. In the center stood a half-collapsed stone altar, slick with moss and etched with ancient runes. Nyx went still. So did Silas. “This is where the talisman was last seen,” he said. “Before it was hidden. Or destroyed.” I stepped toward the altar, heart pounding. As I touched the edge, a shock of cold raced up my arm. I gasped and yanked my hand back.

Sunday. Safe House, Beirut, Lebanon. CARLA SQUEEZED THE straps of her purse tight to keep them from shaking. The elevator was far too cramped with the three hulking men surrounding her. No one had spoken since they'd left the toy shop. Not a word. It was safe to assume everyone had heard her admit to having sex with Vaughn. She knew how that must look to them. Ashton's girlfriend and their team mate. It was awkward for her, but what about Vaughn? What would happen to him?

“You’re gonna sit here for the next hour while I decide what I’m doing with you.” His voice cracked. “You... You’re not gonna kill me?” “Not unless you lie to me again.” Then I shut the door and locked it. And I called Knox. “We got a lead,” I said. “Harborview. You in?” Knox grunted. “Always.” ~ The Harborview Hotel looked quite luxurious. Room 106 was on the third floor. We didn’t knock. Knox stood lookout while I jimmied the door with a flat shim and too much patience.