“By who?”
The man shrugs lightly.
“Can’t say.”
They finish their inspection and climb back into the SUV.
No threats.
No accusations.
Just polite nods.
The engine starts.
The vehicle disappears down the dirt road.
Dust hangs in the air long after they’re gone.
I look at Saint.
My voice comes out barely above a whisper.
“She found us.”
Saint watches the road for a long moment.
His expression is calm.
Too calm.
“No,” he says quietly.
“She found where we live.”
47
Marco
The mistake is the signature.
It isn’t on the deeds.
Not on the shell companies.
Not on the trust documents.
It’s buried in a consulting invoice.
I’ve been following money trails for three hours when I finally see it.
A small line item hidden inside Northstar’s legal expenses.
Regional Acquisition Coordination – R. Hale Consulting
I stop breathing.
Not because I recognize the company.
