Grayson stood by the floor to ceiling window of the terminal, He watched as the two figures grew smaller in the distance, Betty and Veronica, walking away with a finality that made the air in his lungs feel thin. Betty didn't look back. She hadn't even hesitated. That lack of hesitation was a serrated edge against his pride.
He waited until they disappeared into the crowd before he pulled his phone from his pocket. His thumb hovered over the contact for a second too long, a rare moment of indecision before he tapped the name.
The line clicked open on the first ring. "Sir?"
"They’re moving," Grayson said, his voice dropping into that low, authoritative rumble that usually brooked no argument. "Keep your eyes on them. I want to know every turn they take, until I move with next plan."
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