Dmitri arrived at seven the next morning, summoned by a call Noa hadn't been present for, and something in the set of his shoulders told her Kieran had already told him everything, the search, Renata Cho's photograph, the unknown third party circling somewhere just outside their view. He didn't look at Noa first. He looked at the security footage Kieran had already pulled up on the conference room screen, grainy black and white images of her apartment building's fire stairwell, timestamped three nights ago.
"That's not amateur work," Dmitri said, studying the frozen frame, a figure in dark clothing, face angled carefully away from every camera in frame, movements precise and unhurried. "Whoever this is knows building layouts. Knows camera placement. That's training, not luck."
"Could it
