The moment Drake disappeared, Avery pinned Dominic with a searing stare.
"You know exactly why he went there," she challenged.
"It was routine business," Dominic replied, his voice a cool, practiced monotone. "All four Families were expected to attend."
"You know that's not what I'm asking, Dominic. Stop hiding behind the politics."
Their eyes locked in a silent, violent clash of wills.
Dominic finally snapped the folder shut, the sound echoing like a gunshot in the quiet study. "If you're asking how he knows about Project 030—believe me, I want that answer even more than you do."
Avery faltered, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Could he be... Mr. D?"
"Mr. D is a ghost. He never shows his face." Dominic stood and paced to the window, his silhouette dark against the moonlight. "Vict
