Chapter 143

Camille stood at the window of her office, a cup of coffee cooling in her hands as she watched the city below. The Phoenix Grid had fully recovered from the bombings, with the repairs finished ahead of schedule. In two days, Kane Industries would host its annual charity gala, celebrating both the Grid’s success and raising money for the children’s hospital. Everything was going according to plan.

Until Alexander Pierce walked in, his face grim.

“We need to talk,” he said, closing the door behind him.

Something in his voice made Camille’s stomach tighten. She set down her coffee cup. “What happened?”

Alexander loosened his tie, a gesture he only made when upset. “Herod Preston was shot three times in a motel room yesterday. He’d called the FBI to turn himself in, but before they got there, someone tried to kill him.”

“Rose,” Camille said immediately. It wasn’t a question.

Alexander nodded. “The motel room was registered under her name. She escaped