The senator was dead before anyone could question him and that fact sat in the center of every conversation for the next two days.
Nobody could ignore it and nobody could explain it away. And nobody believed it was coincidence.
I sat at the dining table inside the rental house while Casey worked through another collection of records and every screen around him seemed filled with names, timelines and photographs.
The senator’s death should have been a victory. Instead it felt like a loss. Because every answer kept disappearing before we reached it.
Every witness vanished and every file got buried and every lead ended with a body.
The pattern was becoming impossible to ignore.
Casey looked exhausted and Blade looked angry.
Drake looked ready to break something and honestly, I w
