The drive to Senator William Dorsey’s estate was quiet, but tension clung to the air like a storm waiting to break. Jack kept his hands firm on the wheel, his mind racing through every possible outcome of the meeting ahead. Beside him, Rose sat with her arms folded, staring out the window at the passing scenery, though her thoughts were clearly elsewhere. The flash drive holding Margaret Bennett’s darkest secrets was secured in the glove compartment, but its presence felt heavier than anything else in the car. This was their best chance to take her down. If they failed? There would be no second chances.
Rose broke the silence first, her voice cutting through the stillness like a blade. “Do you think he’ll help us?” Her tone carried an edge of uncertainty, and she glanced at Jack as if sea
