Marcus's pulse quickened as the vision vanished.The image had lasted no more than two seconds, but it was enough. He had seen gasoline spreading across the warehouse floor, a man striking a lighter, and an explosion powerful enough to erase everything inside. This wasn't an accident waiting to happen—it was a carefully planned cover-up.He looked toward the warehouse doors where Damien was still speaking calmly with the city inspectors. To everyone else, Damien appeared composed, even cooperative. Marcus knew better. The slight twitch in Damien's jaw and the constant glances toward his watch told a completely different story. He wasn't trying to stop the inspection anymore. He was trying to delay it until someone inside finished their job.Marcus slipped around the back of the neighboring building and made his way toward the rusted fence. Years of neglect had left several openings large enough for a person to crawl through. He moved carefully, staying out of sight as the voices near