EMMA
I stepped out of Ava’s apartment building into the damp Shoreditch morning with my heart hammering so hard I could feel it in my throat. The folder in my bag suddenly felt heavier than the guilt I’d been carrying for months. This has to work. Ava’s voice was cold,, but finally giving me a sliver of a chance…Her words echoed in my head on loop. If it works and Viktor falls… I’ll consider forgiving you.
I wasn’t going to waste it.
My phone buzzed before I even reached the corner. Private number. I answered on the first ring, keeping my voice low as I flagged down a black cab.
“Marcus. Tell me you’re still in.”
A pause on the other end. Viktor’s head of security..my best and only real inside man…sounded rattled. “Emma, this is insane. He’s still in the clinic, but his people are on
