SELENE’s POV
I barely slept…by six in the morning I had already showered, and was sitting at the study desk with the suppressed report spread open in front of me again. There was something about returning to evidence in early morning light that stripped away the noise and left only the parts that mattered.
A third party with intimate knowledge of the subject’s movements.
I stared at that phrase until Clara knocked softly at seven-thirty and reminded me I had a breakfast meeting with the Singapore delegation at nine.
I closed the folder, locked the drawer, and got dressed.
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The restaurant was one of those quietly expensive places that didn’t need to advertise itself. No signage visible from the street, no walk-in reservations, the
