Marcus's words hung in the small room like something with weight, and for a moment none of us moved.
"You're certain," Lucien said. "Certain enough to base our next move on it."
"I'm certain of what I overheard," Marcus said. "Whether Caleb follows through the moment he gets confirmation, that I can't promise you. But I've watched that man work for three years from the shadows. He doesn't leave loose ends breathing when he can afford not to."
"Then we don't give him confirmation," I said. "We control exactly what he sees and when he sees it."
"That's already the plan," Lucien said. "But if his men are close enough to leave a photograph pinned to a locked door tonight, control is slipping faster than we accounted for."
Corinne, who had stayed quiet through most of the exchange, finally
