The air in the hospital conference room was filled with the kind of silence that screamed louder than words. The long lights shone faintly as it moved, the only sound aside from the occasional shift in someone’s seat.
At the head of the table, Jerry sat, his fingers steepled beneath his chin, eyes cold. “lots of eyes are on us,” he said flatly. “Every move. Every decision. Someone here or someone close is feeding them intel.”
Aria didn’t look up. Her eyes stayed locked on the financial statements in front of her—columns of numbers, timestamps, photos from hidden surveillance.
“They knew Isabelle’s schedule,” she murmured. “They didn’t guess. They knew exactly when and where she’d be. That wasn’t a fluke. It was surgical.”
Daniel shifted in his seat, jaw twitching. “You think it was som
