"The signal is originating from the Royal Albert Wing. Tonight is the Centenary Charity Gala for Global Health. Every major donor, every politician, and every board member you just frightened is going to be there."
Nathaniel leaned back, his chest heaving. "He’s hiding in plain sight. He knows I can’t storm a gala with a security team without looking like a terrorist."
"Then we don't storm it," Sofia said, looking him in the eye. "We attend it. We have the invitations, Nathaniel. The Chen family is a patron. You are the man who just bought St. Jude’s. You belong there more than he does."
"Miller, turn the bird around," Nathaniel commanded. "Get us to the estate. I need to change."
"Sir, Dr. Ramirez—"
"Malcolm won't kill him yet," Nathaniel interrupted, his voice like cold iron. "He wa
