[hot] - Rachel Steele Gavin

As her silhouette faded toward the Capitol, Gavin stood alone beneath the marble gaze of Abraham Lincoln. He pulled out his phone, scrolled past the encrypted text he’d sent himself—the one that had started it all—and opened a new message to a reporter he’d sworn he’d never call.

She met him at dawn in a deserted corner of the National Mall, the Lincoln Memorial looming like a stone ghost. Gavin arrived in a dark overcoat, his boyish face hardened by sleepless ambition. rachel steele gavin

“You’ve been digging,” Rachel said without preamble. As her silhouette faded toward the Capitol, Gavin

“No,” Rachel said, turning to walk away into the gray morning. “I’m a survivor. There’s a difference.” Gavin arrived in a dark overcoat, his boyish

“And if I don’t?”

The wind picked up, rattling the bare branches above them. Rachel stepped closer, her heels clicking like metronomes of doom.

Rachel smiled. It was the smile of a woman who had already played every move on the board.