*Rowan*
Harper was safe. For now.
But that didn't mean the game had ended, just that the pieces had shifted.
I stood in front of the digital wall, watching security feeds flicker through every corner of the city where I had a stake. The screen in front of me held the paused image of a man with a scar under his left eye and a habit of wearing expensive suits like they were bought with someone else's money.
“Victor Roush," I muttered under my breath.
Rafe nodded beside me. “Confirmed. We traced the payment for the concierge bribe to a shell company in Prague. The board shows Roush's name nowhere, but it's his style. He uses proxies, always two levels removed."
“Why Harper?" I asked, even though I already had a theory.
Rafe didn't hesitate. “Collateral. She's your softest link. A way t
