Present Day - Sunday Evening
The Hotel des Bergues overlooks Lake Geneva like a fortress of old-world elegance, its lights reflecting in the dark water like scattered diamonds.
Aria stands at her suite's window, watching boats drift across the lake while her mind races through escape routes she hopes she won't need.
Twenty-four hours ago, she was in her kitchen making Sophie pancakes.
Now she's in Switzerland, about to meet with international criminals who consider her daughter collateral damage.
Her phone buzzes with a secure message from Marcus.
Sophie is asking when you're coming home. Told her you're on a business trip. How long can I keep lying?
Aria types back quickly: One more day. Maybe two. Kiss her goodnight for me.
Be careful. These people aren't playing games.
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