Identifying the situation as an act of terrorism brought with it a strange sense of clarity, if not comfort, then at least direction.
Now the next pressing question loomed: who was the intended target of this elaborate assault?
The answer, inconveniently obvious, stood right before Eric's eyes.
"What? Is something on my face?" Marvelous asked, arching a brow.
You could say that. What Eric saw on her wasn't anything physical, but an invisible cloud of suspicion thick enough to choke on. Her building. Her security. Her silence. The intricacies of the ambush made sense only if the attackers had intimate knowledge of the premises and that pointed directly to her.
It didn't take a genius to realize that Marvelous Kennedy was the reason they were all trapped here like cornered prey.
Why her? What had she done to provoke this? Eric didn't know, and honestly, he didn't care to be in the dark about it. His priority remained unchanged: protect Dravin Ramprandt at all costs.
