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

of Melissa Brooks, and the patriarch of the

be part of the Vanguard

above Micah, and Percival did not

code name in the

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

heard such rumors,

the time, we did not know who we were

driven Micah to climb the ranks, with the headquarters being the most

did

headquarters and staying under the radar for years, Vance reemerged as a commissioner, a

Mystics Society, demanding every detail

Griffin, and it was uncertain how many were still unaccounted

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

had managed to sneak both the ‘Morning Glory’ and the new bomb onboard—a testament

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

subsequent struggle to understand the stolen tech had been a thorn in her side. Now, with the bomb in hand and the chance to improve upon

was about to follow her when Percival’s

trouble with the shipment before it

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

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

with his mouth.

Percival. She thought for a moment, then

her waist. “Nothing yet. We

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

Percival scooped up Vivienne and carried her

the living room, three baffled

“Wait, aren’t

He thought to himself that lovebirds

that was

up, grabbing her backpack. “I’m off

him. “Hold on. About