Damian's POV
I held the phone for a moment after Robert spoke.
Weighing it. The specific quality of his voice not the calculating smoothness of the man who had walked into my office with a photograph and an arrangement. Something underneath that. Compressed, slightly unsteady. Fear, possibly. Or its close relative, urgency that has run out of options.
"How do you know where he is?" I said.
"Because I've been watching him," Robert said. "For weeks. Since—" he stopped. "Since I understood what I'd set in motion."
I said nothing. Let him fill the silence.
"He approached me," he said. "After the arrangement. After Lena came to you. He found me through the debt collector said he had information about you, about the deal, about things that could be useful to both of us." A pause. "I was st
