Perched on the thin edge of the staircase, Jay slid open the filthy window to get a better look inside. It took a long minute for his eyes to adjust to the dark. The apartment was small, one end turning around a corner he couldn’t see into. But what he could see did little to put him at ease.

The wall opposite him was lined with crates, ammunition spilling out of them. Thousands of bullets, more...

Everything was falling apart.

James gritted his teeth as his knees hit the floor. He struggled against the restraints around his wrists, and nearly toppled forward when the agent delivered a swift knock to the side of his head, using the butt of his gun as leverage. A single, wordless warning, for him to knock it off.

“Please,” he gasped, head ringing from the blow. “She’s not here. Please.”

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