AVA
Morning light filtered weakly through the safe house curtains as I sipped my coffee, still replaying every word from the boathouse meeting. Julian’s USB drive sat on the table like a trap I hadn’t yet sprung.
I met Emma at the quiet café near Hyde Park. She was already there, nursing a flat white, her expression anxious but hopeful when she saw me approach.
We sat down, and she wasted no time. “I stayed completely out of the boathouse like you asked.But Ava, I was worried sick after Daniel told me about the sniper. Are you really okay?”
“I’m fine,” I said, ordering a coffee. “It was clearly Sienna sending a message. She’s getting more aggressive.”
“Do you want me to handle her”
“No Emma, you can’t do that….Leave Sienna and Julian to me.”
Emma nodded, leaning in. “I respect your
