Camilla's POV
My phone lit up at half past nine.
I was at my vanity, taking off my earrings, and I looked at the screen and picked up without a word.
"It's done," Wakeman said.
I set the earring down on the tray and sat very still for a moment. A wide smile spread across my lips the second I heard that.
"How clean?" I asked.
"It was a clear shot when he was mid-stride," he said.
"And the people with him?"
"Scattered. Nobody got eyes on me. I was off the dock before they'd even registered what happened."
I exhaled slowly and reached for the second earring. "Good. You did well."
"It was close," he said, and I could hear the tension still sitting in his voice. "They nearly had a man on the east side who would have seen the angle. I had about a thirty-second window."
"But you used
