Luca's POV
I heard the name from two feet away.
Maya looked at me over the phone. Her expression was asking a question she didn't need to say out loud.
I held out my hand. She gave me the phone.
"David. Are you certain?
"Camera footage is clear. She purchased the burner at a convenience store on the 48th. Paid cash, but the cameras caught her face." He paused. "Morrison is pulling her in for questioning tomorrow morning."
"Don't," I said.
"Luca—"
"Give me tonight first." I held Maya's gaze across the counter. "I need to talk to her before Morrison does."
"She sent a threatening message."
"She sent two words and a photograph. That's not a threat. That's a warning." I kept my voice even. "There's a difference, and you know there is."
A pause. "Tonight. Morrison expects to move by
