SCORNED EX WIFE Queen Of Ashes (Camille and Stefan)

Special Agent Diana Chen's eyes hurt. They were red and dry from staring at screens all night. Cold coffee cups crowded her desk. She hadn't slept. She couldn't sleep. Not until she found what she needed in the videos from the bombed hotel.

"Play it again," she told the tech guy sitting next to her. Her voice was rough from too much coffee and not enough rest. "Slow it down when it hits 9:42."

The screen flickered as the video went backward. It showed a hallway near the hotel's electrical room. This camera had survived when most others got destroyed in the blast. The time at the bottom showed 9:41 PM. Chen leaned in close. Her whole body tense with hope.

A woman walked into view. She wore a hotel worker's uniform with a cap pulled down to hide her face. She moved like she knew exactly what she was doing. She checked her watch, then looked around to make sure no one saw her. At the electrical panel, she stopped. She took something from her pocket and stuck it to the wall.

"Stop it right there," Chen said, her heart pounding in her chest. "Zoom in on her face."

The tech hit some keys, and the image got bigger. The woman had turned a little toward the camera as she left, giving them a glimpse of her face.

"Make it brighter," Chen said, barely breathing. "And sharpen the contrast."

As the image cleared up, Chen felt a jolt run through her body. Even with the cap and uniform, she knew that face. She'd spent weeks burning it into her memory, studying every line and curve.

Rose Lewis.

"It's her," Chen whispered, then louder, "It's her! We've got her on camera planting the bomb."

her on other cameras too. Same woman, different

it's Chen. We've got her. Clear video of Rose Lewis planting at least four bombs. It's

moment, then hung up. "Print everything," she told the tech. "I need pictures from every angle. And send me all the video files right

Agents crowded around as she pointed to the clearest photo, Rose Lewis attaching a bomb to a column near the

did it," Chen said, her voice hard with anger and relief. "Rose Lewis, 28 years old. The

planning the bombing. And we found bomb-making stuff in a storage unit

did it, and now proof she did it," the field director summed up. "Where

tight. "Last time anyone saw her was near the hotel right after the first explosion. We think she stayed to watch what

do that," Morgan added.

director looked at the photos, his face dark with worry. "This was an attack that killed six innocent people and

already frozen her bank accounts," Chen said, counting off on her fingers. "Flagged her passport and ID. Put alerts at all

director cut in. "We need to go public. Full media coverage. I want

agents scattered

Chen stayed behind, staring at the wall of pictures, Rose Lewis sneaking

had done nothing

of the woman's face. "I'm coming for you," she whispered, hot tears welling in her eyes. The faces of the victims flashed in

fury, "no matter how deep you hide. I will

under her skin in a way none other had before. Perhaps it was the senselessness of it all. Or maybe it was because she'd spent so many sleepless nights studying Rose's face that she felt like