Agent Morrison didn’t waste time. By noon the next day, St. Catherine’s Hospital had been transformed into a fortress. FBI […]

Natalie woke to screaming. For a moment, disoriented in the unfamiliar motel room, she thought she was dreaming. Then she

Agent Morrison brought them to a safe house instead of the hospital—a nondescript motel on the outskirts of the city

Three days passed in a blur. Natalie stayed at Juliette’s apartment, sleeping on the couch, barely eating, checking her phone

They woke to Grant’s phone ringing at 6 AM. Natalie stirred against his chest, and for a moment—one perfect, sleepy

The hospital waiting room smelled like antiseptic and bad coffee. Natalie sat in an uncomfortable plastic chair, Grant beside her,

The live broadcast went exactly as planned—and nothing like Natalie expected. They sat across from Valerie Chen in Studio B,

“We have to call the police,” Natalie said, staring at the photo of Scarlett unconscious. “Right now. We have to—”

Sienna Brooks was everything Natalie expected from an investigative journalist who’d made a career of exposing corruption: sharp-eyed, skeptical, and

Natalie spent six hours at a coffee shop three blocks from her apartment, nursing the same cup of tea and