This audiobook is narrated by a digital voice.

The rain drummed against the windows of Café Luna with a persistence that matched Elena Rodriguez's racing heartbeat. She glanced at her watch for the third time in five minutes—9:47 PM. Her mysterious contact was seventeen minutes late, and with each passing moment, the knot in her stomach tightened.

Elena wrapped her fingers around the ceramic mug, drawing warmth from the chamomile tea she'd barely touched. The café was nearly empty now, save for an elderly man reading a newspaper in the corner and a young couple sharing dessert by the window. The perfect cover for a clandestine meeting, or so she'd thought.

Three weeks ago, her life had been predictably routine. As a financial analyst for Morrison & Associates, her biggest concern was whether the quarterly reports would balance. Then the USB drive arrived in her mailbox with no return address, no note—just a simple message flashing on her laptop screen when she'd plugged it in: "They killed your brother. Meet me at Café Luna, Thursday 9:30 PM. Come alone. Trust no one else."

Miguel had been dead for six months. The police had ruled it a robbery gone wrong—wrong place, wrong time, they'd said. A senseless tragedy in downtown Phoenix. But Elena had never believed it. Miguel was too careful, too aware of his surroundings. He'd been working on something big for his investigative journalism career, something he'd mentioned vaguely during their last phone call but wouldn't elaborate on.

The bell above the café door chimed, and Elena's pulse quickened. A tall man with dark hair stepped inside, his expensive coat dripping with rain. He scanned the room methodically, his gaze lingering on each patron before settling on her. When their eyes met, she felt a jolt of recognition, though she was certain they'd never met.