This audiobook is narrated by a digital voice.

The rain hammered against the windows of the small café like an urgent message that no one wanted to receive. Elena Vasquez pulled her wool coat tighter around her shoulders and checked her watch for the third time in five minutes. Seven-fifteen. He was late.

She stirred her untouched coffee, watching the cream swirl in lazy patterns that reminded her of storm clouds. The café was nearly empty except for an elderly man reading a newspaper in the corner and a young couple sharing dessert by the window. Normal people living normal lives, she thought with a pang of longing. When had her own life become anything but normal?

The bell above the door chimed, and Elena's head snapped up, her heart racing with a mixture of hope and dread. But it wasn't Marcus. Instead, a tall stranger with dark hair stepped inside, shaking droplets from his black umbrella. He wore an expensive-looking charcoal suit that suggested business rather than pleasure, and when his eyes swept the café, they lingered on her just a moment too long.

Elena forced herself to look away, focusing instead on the street beyond the rain-streaked windows. Marcus should have been here by now. Their meeting was supposed to be brief—just long enough for him to hand over the evidence that would finally bring down Senator Richardson's illegal weapons trafficking operation. Evidence that had already cost three people their lives, including Elena's partner and closest friend, Detective Sarah Chen.

The stranger approached the counter, ordered coffee, and chose a table with a clear view of both Elena and the front door. Professional habit or paranoia? In her line of work as an investigative journalist, Elena had learned that the two often went hand in hand.