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operations agent, carried his past around like a burden he couldn't get rid of, dragging it from one case to the next, from war zones to shady apartments, always looking for the one thing he'd lost along the way: purpose. He had no intention of working as a private eye. After an ambush in Kandahar ended his military care

The client, a politician with too many powerful connections to ignore, wanted to see her. Suspected treason, whispered affairs, and "dam

d pulsated beneath her polished exterior. Watching her at first was a routine. It became an obsession to follow her. And when Adrian fi

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ocuments. A trail of breadcrumbs leading to something much bigger than either of them: an international cover-up involving arms

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n justice. He had been taught to kill, question, and vanish. But now,

e. When it arrived, I didn't know how to describe it. It was in the way she challenged him-called out his brooding silences, demanded he explain his scars. It was in the way she didn't flinch when he told her the truth-that he'd watched

began to protect her as though it were sacred. Their alliance became personal.

ain-not with a foreign enemy, but with his own past. Every choice

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med Colman Rusch-an alleged middleman in the corruption scheme. Adrian picks the lock with practiced ease, bypassing biometric scans with a prototype

it was priceless. They escape through the service stairwell, chased by security drones Adrian had failed to anticipate. Back at their safehouse, Valeria plugs in the drive. The contents ma

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