A month had passed since that night of frantic escape. For Daxter, every second had been counted with cold patience. Through Lucas's vast intelligence network, Veronica's whereabouts, or Viola, as she was now more commonly known, had finally been mapped out accurately. The woman had indeed returned to London, sheltering beneath the protection of her stepfather, Thomas Clark.
Daxter stationed several of his trusted men around the diplomat's residence. His orders were absolute and non-negotiable: monitor from a distance, record every movement, but under no circumstances let a single pair of eyes notice their presence.
For four full weeks, the reports arriving on Daxter's desk were monotonous. Veronica went nowhere. She spent most of her time inside the grand estate, only occasionally taking walks around the heavily guarded residential complex.
