Damien stared at the message for thirty seconds.
Then he took Aria's phone, photographed the screen, and handed the device back. "I know someone who can trace the number. Give me twenty-four hours."
"You believe there was another person on that beach?"
"I believe Victor never lies without purpose." He pocketed his own phone. His hand trembled slightly. "If he says someone else watched us, someone else watched us. The question is who."
Aria leaned against her car. The morning sun had burned through the grey, but she felt no warmth. "Your father died before the proposal."
"Yes."
"Marcus was working security at Blackwood Tower."
"Yes."
"So not them." She pressed her palms against her temples. The headache Dr. Vance warned about had arrived – dull, persistent, located somewhere behind
