Nolan’s voice crackled over the encrypted channel as he monitored their target’s movements.
“He just entered a private lounge at The Harrington Hotel. He’s meeting someone.”
Damien stood next to Celeste in his office, eyes fixed on the surveillance feed"with his jaw clenched. “Can we get eyes inside?”
Nolan’s team had already hacked into the hotel’s CCTV system, but the private lounge had no cameras.
“Negative, but we do have an audio tap on his phone.”
A moment later, the conversation inside the lounge filtered through the speakers. “We need to move faster.” The broker’s voice was tense. “She’s getting too close. If she finds that contract, everything falls apart.”
Celeste’s heart slammed against her ribs. “They know,” she whispered.
Damien’s grip on her hand tightened. “Not for lo
