Chapter 24 - The Last GhostDawn broke over the Hudson River, painting the sky in pale shades of amber and bruised violet. But the peace didn't last.
The private security alarm on my desk began to pulse with a silent, urgent red light.
I pulled away from Gabriel, walking swiftly over to the terminal. A decrypted intercept from an encrypted international frequency flashed across the screen.
Gabriel stepped beside me, reading the text over my shoulder.
“Evelyn Vance is moving. Destination: Geneva. She has secured backing from the European syndicate council for a final retaliatory strike.”
Gabriel’s jaw tightened into a rigid line. "She thinks she can run to Europe and rebuild."
"No," I said, tapping the keyboard as I traced the digital funds transfer associated with her escape route. "She's not running. She's liquidating her final offshore accounts to fund a localized hit squad. She's coming back here. To New York."
Gabriel looked down at me, a dangerous, cold smile forming on his lips.
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"Then we don't wait for her to land," Gabriel said, his voice ringing with absolute finality. "We book a flight to Geneva tonight. We finish this on international soil."
I nodded, feeling the rush of adrenaline steady my hands. The cleaner had become the auditor, and the auditor was about to settle the final account.
