Josie's POV
The message Alexander found on the phone echoed in my mind like a quiet threat.
"The target survived."
Whoever sent it had not been surprised by the failure.
They had simply acknowledged it, as if this entire attempt had only been the opening move of a larger game. That realization unsettled me more than anything else.
People who failed and panicked were predictable. But someone calm enough to leave a message like that was someone entirely confident that they would get another opportunity.
I wrapped my arms around myself unconsciously as the air conditioner got chiller, drifting through the slightly open door.
The penthouse suddenly felt far too large. I forced myself to move, pacing slowly across the marble floor as my thoughts raced through the possibilities. If D
