“I knew what you would do, Samantha.I knew that the moment you saw me dying on that concrete, the gardener would disappear.
The mask would shatter.
Vesper would come out of the dark.”
“And she did,” I said quietly.
“Yes, she did,” Chloe smiled.“And in less than six hours, you did what no federal agency, no congressional committee, and no intelligence dossier could ever do.
You dismantled the Harrington empire.”
She gestured toward the small tablet resting on the bedside table.
“Evelyn’s accounts in Zurich?Seized.
Garrett’s trust funds?
Liquidated under the Patriot Act.
The entire political machine that protected the Harrington family for forty years—the machine that owned the judges, the state representatives, and the offshore ports—has been incinerated.
You used your old contacts, your emergency codes, your deep-cover access to crush them like cockroaches.”
She paused, her gaze locking onto mine with absolute, unwavering clarity.
