The rain had intensified by the time the executive sedan glided into the subterranean sanctuary of the Cross Tower private garage. The massive steel security shutters sealed shut behind us with a deep, pneumatic thud, cutting off the storm outside.
Adrian stepped out, opening my door with his customary, flawless precision. As I stepped onto the polished concrete, I glanced at him.
"Ethan Hayes reached out to me on a burner line, Adrian," I stated quietly, pulling my leather gloves snug over my fingers.
Adrian didn't flinch. His expression remained an impenetrable vault, but his jaw tightened slightly. "Mr. Hayes is no longer a tactical variable, Mrs. Cross. His access to financial channels and legal protections was terminated as of three o'clock this afternoon."
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