In Geneva, Camellia and Alia huddled over Mary’s USB.

They cracked a partition marked ASH using a string of birthdates and ciphered names Mary had left behind in an old recipe book.

Inside was a single spreadsheet labeled:

“List of compromised humanitarian officers, agency execs, and covert moles — DO NOT PUBLISH.”

Names appeared.

A UN deputy.

Two media owners.

An anonymous Phoenix board member.

A current European ambassador.

And… L. Harper.

Alia gasped.

“Lillian?”

Camellia whispered, “She flipped.”

“No. Mary thought she flipped. But this isn’t verified.”

“She still included her.”

Camellia bit her lip.

“Then maybe it’s time we find out the truth.”

At BelleTech headquarters, Anaïs Belle...