The Failsafe

Sloane leaned in, elbows brushing the edge of the coffee table, eyes like pinpoint lasers over the rim of her cooling espresso. "Can you track down every detail of Silas Lancaster's past from three years ago—every job, every alias, every whisper?"

Killian drummed two fingers against the glowing tablet, scanning lines of code as though sheer willpower could make them unfurl faster. "We're digging,