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

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

had not expected Vance to be part of the Vanguard Agency; clearly, neither

several levels above Micah, and Percival did not have the clearance

in the Vanguard

signature, I would not even know the name Vance. But I’ve heard rumors about him and Micah vying for a spot at headquarters.

heard such

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

the

Micah did not

radar for years, Vance reemerged as a commissioner,

issued an Order of Nine Mystics Society, demanding every detail of Vance’s life over the years, down

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

then there was today’s incident with the

had her people stationed around the yacht, yet someone had managed to sneak both the ‘Morning Glory’ and the new bomb onboard—a

secured from the scene. Take a look,” Vivienne said,

thorn in her side. Now, with the bomb in hand and the chance

her

shipment

“No, everything arrived on

were swapped out before they even loaded up,” Vivienne mused, sprawled across Percival’s lap, tearing open a bag of potato chips.

a chip from Vivienne’s hand with his mouth. “Not necessarily. Could be a

She thought for a

fingers tightened around her waist. “Nothing

she mumbled, resting her chin against

Percival scooped up Vivienne

in the living room, three

“Wait, aren’t we supposed

himself

was

“I’m off to bed too. Big

suit, but Leopold grabbed him. “Hold on. About