CHAPTER 3 — THE DEAD MAN’S SIGNATURE

The limousine stopped beneath an abandoned train terminal on the east side of the city.

Mara led Evelyn through a service tunnel and into a hidden operations room filled with screens, servers, and locked steel cabinets.

A man was waiting inside.

Gabriel Reed was sixty-two, broad-shouldered, and gray-haired. He had once led a federal financial crimes unit before resigning without explanation.

He had also been Evelyn’s father’s closest friend.

Gabriel looked at the blood on her gown.

“You finally fought back.”

“I should have done it years ago.”

“No. You did it when you were ready.”

Mara placed the Nightingale photograph on the largest screen.

Gabriel’s face lost its color.

“Where did you get that?”

“From Julian’s private network,” Evelyn said. “You’ve seen it before.”

Gabriel did not answer.

She stepped closer.

“You told me my father died in a plane crash.”

“He did.”

“The photograph was taken three years later.”

“Dates can be altered.”

“His watch can’t.”

Gabriel looked at the image again.

Daniel Vance wore a rare mechanical watch Evelyn had given him on her sixteenth birthday. It had a scratch across the silver face from the day he taught her to drive.

No imitation could have copied that mark.

Gabriel moved toward a locked drawer.

Inside was a sealed envelope.

“I promised your father I would give you this only if Nightingale resurfaced.”

Evelyn opened it.

The document inside transferred control of an unknown holding company to her.

At the bottom was Daniel Vance’s signature.

The date was six years after his death.

Mara examined the paper.

“This isn’t a photocopy. The ink is real.”

Evelyn stared at Gabriel.

“You knew.”

“I knew there were signs he survived.”

“And you let me marry into the family that took him?”

“I helped you enter the only place where answers still existed.”

Evelyn’s voice dropped.

“You used me.”

Gabriel met her eyes.

“I trained you.”

Before she could respond, every screen in the room turned black.

A voice came through the speakers.

Female.

Calm.

Familiar.

“Evelyn, stop searching for your father.”

Evelyn froze.

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It belonged to her mother.