The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Vivienne stepped out of the cabin, the last of the party-goers having trickled away into the night. The ocean breeze wrapped around her, a welcome silence after the evening’s festivities.

Before long, the thrumming of helicopter blades sliced through the calm. Percival leaned halfway out of the chopper, his hand outstretched, grinning, “Vivienne, time to head home.”

Back at the villa, it was not long before Thomas and Griffin returned from their outings.

Leopold’s gaze was fixed on Thomas like a hawk on its prey. “I sent you to call the cops. How’d you end up bringing Griffin back with you?”

Thomas nonchalantly twisted open a bottle of soda, “Just gave her a lift on the way back. What’s the big deal?”

“What way back? Don’t act like you know Sea City better just because you’ve been here a few days longer. I lived here as a kid and even once stayed with the Martinez family. You were nowhere near on the way!”

Leopold’s eyes narrowed, his tone sharp, demanding to know why Thomas returned with Griffin.

Thomas was itching to throw a punch. Why did lovebirds have to be so annoying?

On the other hand, Griffin was too absorbed in her work to engage with such trivialities. She could have a dozen Leopolds buzzing around her and not bat an eye.

“Vivienne, I found it. It’s from my latest batch of ‘Morning Glory’. Only I have access to these bombs, each with a serial number. This one is from the new batch.”

After securing the disassembled ‘Morning Glory’ from the yacht, Griffin had discreetly disembarked to investigate at the Martinez family’s weapons research facility in Sea City.

The tests and serial number comparison confirmed it was indeed a ‘Morning Glory’ recently shipped to the Vanguard Agency headquarters.

Vivienne had her suspicions, but the brazenness of the traitor within – to use a bomb just delivered to the Vanguard Agency – was shocking. Were they so unafraid of exposure, or did Micah and Percival’s control over the Rivenwood Vanguard Agency hit a nerve?

“Who authorized to receive these bombs?” Percival inquired.

Griffin pressed her lips together. “Vance Edwards, the second in command at the Sea City Vanguard Agency.”

The name was not unfamiliar to Vivienne or Percival.

Vance, the deputy head of the Sea City Vanguard Agency, had been transferred from Rivenwood eight years prior. He remained elusive, always out on missions, until he secretly returned to Sea City to take the reins earlier this year.

The operation in the West District was under Vance’s command as the chief of Sea City.

he had an

was the father of Darren and Ashley Edwards, the husband of Melissa Brooks, and the patriarch of the Edwards family, known for his

not expected Vance to be part of the Vanguard Agency;

Percival did not have

code name in

a direct superior’s signature, I would not even know the name Vance. But I’ve heard rumors about him and Micah vying for a spot at headquarters. Apparently, Vance got there first thanks to family connections, and Micah’s failed

heard such

to move up, but at the time, we did not know who we

with the headquarters

did not make

staying under the radar for years, Vance reemerged as

detail of Vance’s life over the years, down

‘Morning Glory’ bombs from Griffin, and it was uncertain how many were still unaccounted for. They had

with the new

both the ‘Morning Glory’ and the new bomb onboard—a

scene. Take a look,” Vivienne said, handing

theft of her designs and the subsequent struggle to understand the stolen tech had been a thorn in her side. Now, with the bomb in hand and the

about to follow her when Percival’s voice stopped

trouble with the shipment

onto the couch with a sigh. “No, everything arrived on time. The ship’s ID matched the

even loaded up,” Vivienne mused, sprawled across Percival’s lap, tearing open a bag of potato chips. “Looks like Patrick’s been hung out to

from Vivienne’s hand with his mouth. “Not necessarily.

asked, eyes on Percival. She thought for

her waist. “Nothing yet. We

then. I’m beat,” she mumbled, resting her chin against his chest, her

up Vivienne and

the living room, three

“Wait, aren’t we supposed to have a

speechless. He thought to himself

course, that was

grabbing her backpack. “I’m off to bed too. Big

him. “Hold on.