SERENA POV
I sat on the edge of the bed and stared at the far wall. I didn't have my notebook. Adriano had taken that, along with my phone and my dignity, three weeks ago. But he couldn't take my head.
I closed my eyes and began to visualize the payment thread Raphael Voss had shown me at the florist. I moved the numbers around in my mind, re-tracing the digital footprints. It wasn't just a leak. The architecture of the transaction was mirrored. It used the Castello estate’s internal network as a relay.
The traitor wasn't just sending emails; they were sitting in this house, using our own servers to bury the evidence.
A knock at the door broke my concentration. The guard, a man named Miller who never looked me in the eye, shoved a tray of lukewarm pasta through the slot.
"Eat," he sai
