Chapter 180 – Moral Crossroads
The room smelled of smoke and antiseptic.
James was alive-but barely stable. A graze wound along his ribs, bruising from the blast, mild concussion. Not fatal.
Not yet.
Georgia stood at the window of the temporary safehouse, staring at the skyline. Somewhere out there, the replacement David was standing at podiums, s
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