The tension is a living thing, pressing against my ribs as I clutch my phone tighter.
"Victoria is ahead of you."
Michael's voice still lingers in my ears, smooth but edged with something almost sharp—urgency. Warning. I don't know what I hate more, the fact that Victoria has anticipated my every move… or the fact that Michael sounds like he actually cares.
Lydia watches me from across the room, her arms crossed. "Well?"
I don't realize how tightly I'm gripping the paper in my hand until my knuckles ache. This was supposed to be our breakthrough. Our weapon.
And now?
"Michael said she's already covered her tracks." My voice comes out steady, but inside, I'm unraveling.
Lydia scoffs. "Of course she did." She shakes her head, muttering under her breath. "The woman probably has a team of people cleaning up after her twenty-four-seven."