[Jake's POV]
Elena Markham did not run.
That bothered me.
People who were caught ran, argued, threatened, or made the mistake of looking guilty before they remembered their lawyer. Elena did none of that. She walked out of the Mercer Hotel with her coat buttoned, her hair perfect, and two men behind her as if the meeting upstairs had been nothing more than an inconvenient delay between appointments.
Claire and I watched from the black SUV across the street while Darius stood near the hotel entrance, pretending to check his phone and failing because Darius looked like he had never checked a phone casually in his life.
Elena stepped into a silver car.
The car did not pull away immediately.
"She's calling someone," Claire said.
"Can Nia catch it?"
"She's trying."
