"Hello?"
"Mr. Thomas, we have a problem…" Prescott's opening line made Jonathan's brow furrow.
"The Juvenile Rehabilitation Center's system has been destroyed."
"What?"
"The center was hit by intruders. They didn't just wipe the system's data—they killed a senior administrator."
Prescott's words brought a flicker of shock and confusion to Jonathan's eyes. If the goal was simply to destroy the system, there was no need to kill anyone. They could have hired a hacker or used a virus; there were countless ways to do it. But they had chosen the most extreme and dangerous method, which could only mean one thing: the person responsible enjoyed killing and was very good at it. An image of a particular person instantly surfaced in Jonathan's mind.
Coralis, The Vipers' Nest headquarters. Joker slid a USB drive into his laptop, reviewing the information he'd copied from the Juvenile Rehabilitation Center's system. He held a gun in one hand and a cigarette dangled from his lips. As the contents on the screen confirmed his suspicions, a vicious grin spread across his face.
Back at the hospital, Niamh and Lana had reconciled.


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