Elaine staggered back, her legs giving out, and collapsed into a velvet chair with a whimper.

Daniel turned his head slowly, his eyes locking onto mine. The realization hit him like a freight train.

“You,” he breathed, hollow. “It was you.”

I tasted copper on my lip and smiled again.

“Yes, Daniel. It was me.”

Reeves turned back to Victor, snapping cuffs off her belt. “We received extensive encrypted documentation over the past year from a highly placed source inside Ashford Global.”