Dante showed her the text on Saturday morning.
He set his phone on the kitchen table beside her coffee without a word and waited. She picked it up and read it.
*She handled it perfectly.*
Five words. Roman's name at the top of Dante's screen. Sent Friday morning, two days after the profile ran.
She set the phone down.
"He texted you," she said.
"Yes."
"Not me."
"No." Dante picked his phone up and put it back in his pocket. "He knew you hadn't opened a direct line. He used the one that was available."
Sera looked at the table. Her coffee. The morning briefing she hadn't opened yet.
"He got your number from Garrett," she said.
"That's my assumption."
"He texted instead of called."
"Yes."
She was quiet for a moment. The kitchen was warm. Rosa was somewhere in the back of the hou
