ROXIE

The harsh white beam of Julian’s tactical flashlight sliced through the hanging black smoke, blinding me for a fraction of a second.

I blinked against the glare, forcing my hands deep into the pockets of my charcoal blazer to hide the immediate tremor in my fingers.

Beside me, Garrison didn't move an inch. He stood like a towering stone wall, his broad shoulders completely blocking the cold German wind rushing in through the breached loading doors behind us. The charred medical dossier was buried deep inside his inner jacket pocket, heavy and silent against his chest.

"Well, look at you two," Julian’s smooth, velvety purr cut through the echoing...