down. The feeling in her chest was familiar, a dull ache that had become a part of her. It was the anniversary of the day she had joined this unit

t that calendar, sis? You know, for a top-tier investigative journalist

weak laugh. "I'm n

ou've sent him a message every morning for three years. 'Good morning, sir. Coffee i

bout respect." But they both knew it was a lie. It was about

an authority that commanded the entire room, his presence sucking the air out. His eyes, cold and dark, swept over the agents befor

ort. It's sloppy." He didn't wait for her to respond. He just turned and walk

Jake had called Isabelle into his office. Ava had been walking by and heard his voice, low and patient. "It's a common error, Vance. Let me show you how to fix it." The differen

somewhere else, anywhere else. She filled it out, requesting a transfer to the remote field office in Cinder Peak. It was known as a dead-end, a place for agen

id something, and Isabelle laughed, a light, happy sound that filled the tense office. He leaned in slightly, his shoulder almost brushing hers. The sight was a final, brutal