“You’re sitting on something bigger than you think,” he continues calmly. “And if I wasn’t in the system when that signal hit—”
His eyes flick briefly toward the device.
“It would’ve been buried before it ever reached the President.”
Silence.
Heavy.
Dangerous.
Ethan steps closer.
Just enough to make it clear—
We are in charge here.
“Name,” Ethan says again.
This time—
The man answers.
“Daniel Voss.”
Ronan’s eyes narrow slightly.
Ethan doesn’t react.
Not outwardly.
“Affiliation,” Ethan presses.
A pause.
Then—
The faintest hint of a smile.
“Let’s just say…” Daniel says, “I work in the part of the system that cleans up messes like this.”
My jaw tightens.
Yeah.
That doesn’t make me feel better.
Not even close.
Behind me, Mila’s voice cuts in.
Sharp.
Unwavering.
“Or creates them.”
Daniel’s gaze shifts to her again.
