Chapter 90 The Escape.

The news came like a cold slap to the face, sending ripples of dread through our household. I was in the kitchen preparing lunch when Agent Carter's call came through. His voice was taut, almost strained, and I knew before he even said the words that something terrible had happened. "Vanessa, we've got a situation," he began, not bothering with pleasantries. "Marcus Winslow has escaped from prison." The knife I was holding slipped from my grasp, clattering loudly on the countertop. My heart pounded in my chest as I tried to process the information. "What? How is that even possible?" "We’re still gathering details, but it looks like it was a well-planned operation. He had outside help. The prison’s security system was hacked, and by the time anyone realized what was happening, he was already gone.” My thoughts raced. This couldn’t be happening. Marcus was supposed to be locked away, powerless to harm anyone ever again. But now, he was free, and if I knew Marcus, he wouldn’t waste an