ADRIANO POV
"She was here," Marco said, flashing his light into the corners. "An hour ago. Maybe less."
I reached up and touched the single bulb overhead. It was still hot enough to burn my palm. I stood in the center of the underground room, looking at the empty cot, the bolted table, and the solitary chair. A dark, nameless fury wrapped itself around my throat.
An hour. We had missed her by a single hour.
"The leak," I rasped.
"Yes," Marco said, his voice hard. "Someone knew we had the coordinates before we even arrived."
"Who had access to those coordinates?"
"Luca sent them to both of us simultaneously," Marco replied. "No one else."
"Then it isn't Luca," I said.
"No," Marco agreed. "The leak is older than tonight. It's someone with permanent access to our movement patterns. T
