POV: Marianne
The white sedan was two cars ahead of me, its brake lights glowing faintly in the thinning evening traffic. I kept my distance, hands tight on the wheel, my pulse steady but sharp—like a blade ready to strike.
I’d been hunting the FBI mole for weeks now, since Darius told me about it. Every lead had collapsed like ash between my fingers. Every trail had been wiped clean. Where ever I turned or looked was a dead end. But not tonight.
Tonight…I finally felt it. The shift. The breakthrough.
My eyes narrowed on the sedan.
Sheila Adams.
Of all people.
A senior FBI official, never once has she stepped foot in the field, yet she was always somehow in the room. She was always informed. She was always thirsty for knowledge she didn’t need to know.
She had climbed through the
