POV: MIKE
Mike sat in his office at 2 AM, staring at reports that made his blood run cold.
He'd built an intelligence network over the years working with Dimitri., contacts in Moscow, Naples, Prague, London. People who traded information for money, favors, or survival.
And right now, three separate sources were telling him the same thing.
Someone was asking questions about Eve.
Not obvious questions. Not the kind that would trigger immediate alarms.
But careful, methodical inquiries. Her daily routines. Her favorite coffee shop. Her route to work. Phoenix Talent's security protocols. Maya's address. Her relationship with Dimitri, how serious, how long, any signs of trouble.
Professional surveillance. Pre-operational intelligence gathering.
The kind that came before something bad.
Mike pulled up the financial trails his people had managed to trace. Shell companies. Offshore accounts. Layers of misdirection designed to hide the source.
