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.

had an

and Ashley Edwards, the husband of Melissa Brooks, and the patriarch of the Edwards family,

had not expected Vance to be part of

above Micah, and Percival did

code name in the

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

had heard such

time, we did not know

the headquarters

did not make

spot at headquarters and staying under the radar for years, Vance reemerged as a commissioner, a testament to his

Order of Nine Mystics Society, demanding every detail of Vance’s life over the

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

there was today’s incident with the new type of bomb on

to sneak both

bomb we secured from the scene. Take a look,”

was more than eager to delve into it. The theft of her designs and the subsequent struggle to understand the stolen tech had been a thorn

about to follow her when

the shipment before it docked?” Percival

with a sigh. “No, everything arrived on time. The

mused, sprawled across Percival’s lap, tearing open a bag of potato chips. “Looks like Patrick’s been

with his mouth. “Not necessarily. Could

on Percival. She thought for a moment,

around her waist. “Nothing yet.

beat,” she mumbled, resting her

up Vivienne and carried her to

room, three baffled

aren’t we supposed to have

speechless. He thought to himself that lovebirds really

that was

her backpack. “I’m off to

followed suit, but Leopold grabbed him. “Hold on. About earlier, what