The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Vivienne slammed the phone down with a chilling finality that seemed to echo the icy resolve in her eyes.

Three minutes later, the realization hit both Vivienne and Percival simultaneously.

The bomb research facility was nestled right beneath Eastlake Bay Plaza, spreading its clandestine roots beneath half the square.

The scene suggested a hasty escape; the fleeing suspects only had snatched the crucial documents.

The operatives from the Nine Mystics Society had already evacuated, and Leopold, leading the first squad, had scoured the base thoroughly.

“Vivienne, Percival, check this out.” Leopold approached, cradling a box in his arms.

Percival flipped the box open to reveal a scale model of a state-of-the-art bomb—obviously left behind in the chaos.

This only confirmed the suspicion that the perpetrators had received an urgent tip-off.

Otherwise, they never would have left something so vital behind.

Vivienne extracted the model, a one-to-one replica. While not as revealing as written documents, to the trained eye, it could divulge the bomb’s design.

The bomb’s most unnerving feature was its ability to evade detection—compact, portable, and easy to conceal.

Understanding how it slipped past sensors would be key to preemptive defense.

Vivienne tucked the model away. “I’m taking this.”

Percival nodded. He had no intention of reporting a mere model to the higher-ups. He still had that much leverage.

Instead, Percival simply called Thomas, instructing him to report the escapees’ flight, foregoing a return to headquarters.

On the way back, Leopold was fuming.

“Damn it, if we had set up a blockade sooner, I bet we could’ve stopped them. What are the higher-ups thinking? If they’re worried about civilian safety, just make up an excuse to evacuate. A fire drill, earthquake drill—anything would’ve worked. This is infuriating!”

unable to stomach his ranting any longer,

botched operation was bad enough without his

many times now? If

not unwarranted—they could have at least set up a perimeter,

you climb the ranks already?” Leopold blurted out, his anger getting the better

Now, even divine intervention could

seated in the back, responded darkly,

into a cold sweat, Leopold

me, Vivienne!”

hand on

Vanguard Agency

cause of her mother’s death

had called her mother, prompting her to

possibility of a mole within the Vanguard Agency, a team

But now…

to her mother’s failed mission, she would ensure the traitor learned that neither prison nor the grave

“Yes, I agree. You’ve

a chill. He turned, his face a portrait of dread.

playing on her lips,

witnessing their expressions,

or kicked by Percival

if the Grim Reaper was grinning at a

Vivienne, Percival. I’ll do whatever you ask—climb

tapped rhythmically on the leather seat. “There’s no need for

bomb model, her smile as bright as ever. “I

two aren’t thinking of her,

one person could deduce a bomb’s workings from a model, someone trustworthy and

Vivienne’s silence was an answer in

he stammered, “No way, I can’t possibly call

tenacious hound he had