"The book was the one personal move," Damien said.
"Yes."
"She sent it because she wanted Aria to feel it." A pause. "That's what cost her."
"That's what cost her," Marcus agreed.
The line was quiet for a moment.
"Marcus," Damien said.
"Yes."
"Good work."
Marcus looked at the screen. At the chain of links he'd spent six days building one careful piece at a time.
"Forty eight hours," he said.
He hung up.
He made himself a coffee. Came back to the desk. Pulled up everything he had on Meridian's verification process and started looking for the door he hadn't found yet.
It was there.
It was always there.
He just had to find it.
VICTORIA'S POV
The new hotel was in Chelsea.
Smaller than Midtown. Quieter. She'd paid for two weeks upfront and the man at the desk hadn't looked at her twice which was what she needed.
She sat at the small desk in the room and opened her laptop.
The article had been picked up by fourteen outlets since six AM.
