Vladimir's Pov
The holographic map was the only thing that held my attention. Illuminated by the cold blue light of the projected data, the Mediterranean looked less like a sea and more like a circuit board where the current had just been correctly routed. Chiara’s information, combined with Isabella’s desperate, brilliant ‘North Star’ signal buried in the contract, had delivered the target solution.
The cross-reference confirmed it: Salvatore was using a small, defunct coastal station in the Ionian Sea, planning a swift transfer to a private vessel bound for the open Atlantic. He wasn’t in Tunis yet; he was staging a critical stopover to consolidate his prize before the final escape.
He thinks he’s clever. He saw the chaos in Greece and assumed the sea was too exposed. He didn’t realiz
