The folder was thick.
I took it back to my rooms and sat at the desk and opened it and read it the way I read everything that matters, start to finish, no skipping, no forming conclusions before the information is complete. An hour and twenty minutes. Lucas was with Miguel in the garden. Adrián was in a meeting I knew would run until four.
I had time. I used it.
Isabella had been meticulous. Eight months of watching a man who had no idea he was being watched, compiled by a woman who had every reason to be careful and was. Financial transfers, from an account in the duke's name into what appeared to be an operational fund, three separate payments, each one timed close to a specific event. The road attack on the highway. The unregistered vehicle outside my building in London. The gala pla
