The fracture came on day ten, and like all the most significant fractures, it came sideways.
Not from Drake. Not from the surveillance or the file or the strategic piece — that was where she'd been expecting the next pressure to come from, and she'd been watching for it with careful attention. She'd been watching the wrong direction.
It came from inside.
It started, of all possible origins, with a conversation between Cade and Jax that she wasn't supposed to hear.
She hadn't been listening deliberately. She'd been in the small sitting room at the back of the house — not the main one, the smaller one with the good armchair and the reading lamp and the window that looked onto the side passage — with her laptop open and her research notes around her, doing the work she'd been neglecting s
