His mother’s maiden name.
I sat at the kitchen table staring at the message while Adrian moved behind me making breakfast. Lena Voss. Dead for twenty years. The name had come from the same anonymous source that had been feeding me pieces of this puzzle for weeks. Someone who knew far more than they should.
Three possibilities ran through my head. Either Lena was connected to Vela Holdings or someone was using her name after her death, or the message was pointing me toward Adrian himself.
I deleted it, wiped the trace, and set the phone face down.
“Eggs or toast?” Adrian asked at the counter.
“Both,” I said. My voice sounded normal.
I would need to dig into every record connected to Lena. Her life before Dominic. Any companies, accounts, or documents with her name on them. And I would
