Maya's jaw tightened, her fingers gripping the edge of her desk as her thoughts raced. She had the evidence, she had the determination, but there was one thing she didn't have—the man himself.
She had no idea where Garcia was hiding, and that knowledge gnawed at her. Her body tensed as she stood up from her desk, her eyes blazing with purpose.
"Tell me where he is, and I'll do whatever you want," Maya demanded, her voice cold and controlled, yet with an unmistakable edge of fury beneath the surface.
The thought of confronting Garcia, of making him pay for his crimes, consumed her. She could already see the scene in her mind—the satisfaction of bringing her brother's killer to justice, the moment when the tables would turn, and Garcia would be the one in the hot seat.
The bloodthirsty gleam in her eyes reflected the depths of her desire for retribution.
