She wasn't collateral damage. She was the target.
Six years ago, a car bomb in Beirut killed a Lebanese minister and nearly killed Beth Hunter. Grant buried the guilt and accepted the official story: wrong place, wrong time, political violence. His wife had a victim in someone else's war.
He was wrong about everything.
Now Grant Hunter is running the most dangerous operation of his career — unauthorized, unsanctioned, and entirely personal. No cover. No institutional protection. No margin for error. The man who gave the order is buried deep inside French intelligence, six years insulated from the truth by a lie that reached all the way to Langley. The evidence is scattered across two continents, hidden in a suppressed Lebanese case file, and locked inside the fractured memory of the woman Grant has spent a lifetime trying to protect.
Some wounds don't heal. Some just wait for the right moment to detonate.