It was four in the morning, and Paris still slumbered, but Scarlett was already awake. She lay in the darkness, listening to Eliot’s steady breathing, her fingers tracing the phone screen unconsciously—on it was the photo Liam had sent the night before: the tattoo on Léa’s wrist, the symbol of the Pure Eye.
Tomorrow’s Maintenance Appointment: 10:00 AM, window seal inspection. Vendor: Lucas Company. Contact Person: Mr. Shaw. Notes: Bee safety issue to be discussed.
“Lucas Shaw,” Scarlett murmured the name. “It’s the alias he used in Norway.”
“If he sees this entry, he’ll understand,” Eliot said as he saved the record. “We know his alias. We’re responding to his warning. We want to discuss Louise’s safety.”
“And we scheduled it for ten in the morning—when I’ll be at work, and you’ll be h
