I was three blocks from EPL 18 when the building exploded.
The shockwave hit the SUV hard enough to crack the windshield. Vincent slammed on the brakes as debris rained down, and I watched the warehouse where Katherine was supposedly being held erupt into flames.
"Boss-" Vincent's voice was tight.
"Drive!" I was already moving, already calculating. "Get me closer!"
"Tony, if she were in that building..."
"She wasn't." I didn't know how I knew, just felt it bone-deep. "It's too early. The text said one hour, this is twenty minutes... something's wrong."
My phone rang. Thomas.
"Don't go to EPL 18!" My father's voice was sharp with panic - an emotion I'd never heard from him. "It's a trap. Victoria Sterling orchestrated everything. The FBI investigation, the threats - everything. She's been playing us from the beginning."
The world tilted. "What?"
