Luca's POV
I saw her face change before I saw the phone.
The specific shift. Not fear exactly. Something colder and more focused than fear. The expression she wore when something touched Aria.
She showed me the screen without a word.
I was on my feet before I'd processed it fully.
"Marco," I said into the phone before they finished the first ring. "Maya's building. Now. Aria's window in the photograph."
"Already moving," Marco said. He'd been outside. He was always outside. "Thirty seconds."
I looked at Morrison across the table. "Someone just sent a photograph of Maya's daughter's window. Her neighbor's phone is disconnected."
Morrison stood.
The prosecutor was already on her phone.
Maya was beside me with her jacket on and her keys in her hand and that expression that meant she
