How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 812

The search area was enormous.

Fleming soared through the night sky, carefully adjusting his altitude to a level that was both safe and gave him a clear view of the chaos below.

He knew Elodie well. In a crowd, she'd stand out she always did-so if she was down there, he'd spot her quickly enough.

Smoke still drifted up from the ground, making it hard to see. Fleming frowned, dipping a little lower for a better look.

Adrian's voice crackled in his headset. "Fleming! Are you out of your mind?

There's been no order from command! You'll be held responsible if you keep this up!"

They were military, after all-discipline was enforced with ironclad rules, and following orders wasn't optional.

But tonight was different.

Still, there would be consequences for acting on his own.

Fleming scanned the ground with laser focus.

He felt strangely detached about the risk. He knew exactly what he was doing.

After all, Esmeralda had made herself clear...

He wasn't going to overthink it.

any

national treasure in her field-there was no way command would

matter," he

for Lucy, aren't you? I've seen it for a long time

Esmeralda's announcement that the

the way

Fleming didn't answer.

didn't think the question even

on to something

the road. The headlights

sharp eyes caught a figure in

the passenger rolled down the window and

A signal.

most. In that instant, he

Jarrod. Elodie's husband.

him Jarrod

and Jarrod

reacted instantly, flicking on the aircraft's signal

about to

helicopter for what it was a domestic model from Elodie's own research base, with distinctive

toward the chopper, catching Fleming's

as Fleming began to descend, Jarrod made a sharp gesture, signaling him to hold off and motioning for

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