“Where?" Vivian's voice was a whisper over the traffic on Diaz's burner line.
“Corner of 49th and Lex," the new investigator said. “She just left the Madison hotel. Black town car. Heading south. Looks like she's going to Plexus."
Vivian pressed her forehead to the window. The city smeared into silver and brake lights. “Is he with her?"
“Negative. Driver only."
“Keep eyes," she said, and hung up.
She didn't know about Zenia. She didn't know about term sheets or war rooms. What she knew was that Amelia had come back and that the path of her car pointed, as always, to Ethan.
“Step on it," she told her driver, voice pretty and tight. “Riverside to Midtown—fast."
The driver glanced at the rearview. “Ma'am—"
“Fast," she repeated, and when he hesitated she popped her seat belt, slid forw
