Luca's POV
I was on my feet before I could process it.
"She knows where you live," I said.
Maya was already up. "Isabella gave her the address."
"Yes." I called Marco. He answered on the first ring. "Where are you?"
"Outside Sofia's building. Thirty feet from you."
"Get someone to Maya's apartment right now. I want eyes on the building entrance and I want to know if Clara Reyes is still in the vicinity," I described her. "Dark hair, mid-thirties, was photographed outside the building within the last hour."
"On it."
I hung up. Maya was watching me with the particular expression she wore when she was processing fast and had already reached a conclusion she wasn't saying yet.
"She sent the photograph," Maya said.
"What?"
"The unknown number. She sent it herself." Maya took the phon
