The Green Clover restaurant headquarters was unusually quiet.
Kenneth stood at the center of Hutton's office turned makeshift command center. Maps, notes, and scattered surveillance reports filled the tables. Veronica typed on a laptop, her fingers trembling from exhaustion, while Everlyn stood near the window, arms folded, eyes alert.
They were rebuilding the Hidden Eye Agency from scratch —
a mission that felt like climbing out of a grave.
But nothing prepared them for what happened next.
The television behind them flickered.
A breaking news banner flashed across the screen.
BREAKING NEWS: FUGITIVE HUTTON MAXWELL CAPTURED BY ELITE DORNE FAMILY FORCES.
Kenneth froze mid-step. His coffee cup slipped from his hand, shattering on the floor.
Veronica gasped and slapped a hand over her mouth.
Everlyn's fists clenched slowly yet became so hard her nails drew blood.
