The revelation hung over the dining table like a live grenade.
The triumphant atmosphere of the room vanished instantly, replaced by a cold, suffocating dread. Victoria and Sofia exchanged a sharp, worried glance. They were corporate titans, used to fighting wars in boardrooms and courtrooms. The prospect of facing down a cabal of defense contractors who utilized private hit squads was entirely outside their paradigm.
"Nia," I snapped, breaking the silence. "I need a full digital perimeter around this townhouse. Tap into the municipal traffic cameras, the satellite feeds, everything. If a black SUV so much as idles on our street, I want to know about it."
"Already on it," Nia said, her fingers flying across her keyboard, her face pale but focused. "I'm routing the feeds through the Seychelles proxies to mask our location, but if Croft gave them this address, it's only a matter of time before they send a team."
