ADRIANO POV
"She was here," Marco said, touching the edge of the table. "Recently."
I surveyed the safe house. It was stripped and empty. Chairs were still pulled out. A water glass lay tipped on the concrete floor, the puddle around it still wet. Overhead, a single bulb swung slightly, as if someone had brushed it leaving in a hurry.
On the side table, a ceramic mug sat in the dark. I pressed my palm against it.
"The coffee is still warm," I said.
"We missed them by forty minutes," Marco muttered, checking the perimeter.
Forty minutes. The exact length of the drive from my estate to this eastern district hideout. My blood ran cold. Voss didn't move her because of a hunch; he moved her because he knew we were coming before I even started my engine.
"Someone tipped them," Marco said,
