Chapter 10 The Trap

• Scarlett stood by the window, her fingers tracing the edge of the drawn curtain as she watched the trees sway violently under the evening wind. The safe house was quiet—too quiet—the kind of silence that pressed against her eardrums, making every creak of the floorboards sound like a warning.
• Olivia entered the room, her boots muffled against the worn carpet. She carried a thick manila folder, her face grim in the dim light of the single lamp.
• "We have a problem," Olivia said, her voice low.