Maya's POV
I looked at the photograph.
Then I looked at Luca.
He'd already taken the phone from my hand and was reading the number, which would be untraceable and we both knew it.
"Isabella's in custody," I said.
"Yes."
"She has phone access."
"Limited. Monitored." He set the phone down. "This didn't come from her directly."
"Then who."
"Someone acting for her." He looked at the photograph. The chalk on the steps, the brownstone framed behind it. "She knows about the building."
"How."
"I signed paperwork. It's in my name." He looked at me. "It was always findable. I just didn't think she'd look while she was managing a criminal defense."
I picked up my phone.
"I'm calling David," I said.
"I'm calling Marco first." He already had his phone up. "I want someone at the building t
