Aria's POV
Damon's words eased something inside me. Not much, just enough.
Hours passed. Maps covered the conference table. Photos, financial records, council reports, satellite images. Everything blurred together.
Noah barely stopped typing. His laptop displayed dozens of encrypted windows. I watched lines of code flash across the screen faster than I could follow. His fingers never paused.
"I've recovered security footage." Another window opened. "I've accessed travel databases, bank records, and private communications."
Ryder whistled. "I am one of your clients, but I forget how terrifying you are."
Noah smirked faintly. "I'll take that as a compliment."
Minutes later, another map appeared. Red dots covered several countries.
"Joshua moved constantly." He enlarged the display. "
