The city lights flashed on and off in rapid succession beneath them like a vexed heartbeat.
Standing on the edge of the tower, Aria stood with her arms across her chest, her reflection in the glass. The recording, the voice, continued to play in her mind. Not Daniel's voice. Not yet. Not until later. But the silence that had lingered about Helena's last words. The secrets that continued to hang on every page, every letter, every move thoughtfully weighed.
Jerry approached her, eyes scanning the skyline.
"She's gone," he said. "But she didn't vanish. Someone's helping her."
"Regina." Aria was certain.
Jerry didn't argue.
"She entered as if she were sure where we would be," Aria continued. "Sure what would be waiting for us. Helena left the message, but Regina burned it before we could
