Damien's POV
The Vale mansion.
I stared at the photograph for ten seconds. Then I forwarded it to Zane and called him before Sophia could say anything.
He picked up immediately.
"The window in the background," I said. "Vale mansion. East wing by the look of it."
"I see it," Zane said. He had already received it. Of course, he had. "Give me four minutes."
I hung up and looked at Sophia.
She was looking at the photograph on her phone with the expression she got when she was processing something methodically. Not panicking. Just working through it in that quiet focused way that I had stopped being surprised by and started relying on without meaning to.
"You lived there," I said.
"Three years," she said. "I know that building better than they think I do." She looked up. "The east wing
