Aria’s POV
I told Romanov about the call the moment he returned from the perimeter check, my voice steadier than the shaking in my hands suggested it should be.
He listened without interrupting, the same careful stillness he wore through every crisis, and when I finished, he didn’t reach for reassurance. He reached for his phone.
“Get me everything on your father’s finances,” he said to whoever answered. “Not the company. Him personally. Every account, every debt, going back twenty-five years.”
“That’s before I was even born,” I said.
“The caller said he’d been hiding something since before you were born,” Romanov said. “I intend to find out if that’s true before I decide whether to believe a stranger on an untraceable line.”
“You think it might be a lie.”
“I think,” he said, “that
