all woke up with a sharp, unnatural

is neck. His fingers brushed against a dull, achin

assive mattress was empt

ely deserted. The only thing left behind

paper fluttered from his foreh

ipstick words burned into his retinas:

nter of his forehe

roat. His fingers curled inward, crushing

his encrypted phone from the nights

up, a dozen breaking news

from TMZ. A picture of his own scr

he headli

he room plummeted. T

sistant, Chancey Fisch

His voice was so low and lethal it sounded demonic. "And take over t

. He grabbed his white dress shirt from the

ing window and stared down at the t

elf that he would tear the city

pen. Chancey rushed in, wiping sweat from his

ernal servers were physically wiped at 6:00 AM by a to

the iPad. The rage in his chest twis

ntelligence network," Kendall command

. They caught a glimpse of her face f

ding from his tablet. "Public records and social media chatter show she violently bro

far more dangerous. "Dig deeper. I want to know everything she d

, Chancey returne

sive, highly classified share transfer to her name early this morning. It seems she strong

et over. "She boarded a private jet three hours ago.

s fist back and slammed it directl

with a loud, terrifying

black. "Issue a global tracking order.