Letty leaned forward. “What if Will inserted himself?” All eyes jerked to her. “He knows me,” she said. “He knows how I work. He knows I photograph everything.”
Wyatt’s chest tightened. “You think he anticipated you documenting the perimeter?”
“I think he knows I’m thorough, and if he wanted to discredit me, he’d create doubt, especially if it could further his agenda.”
Cal’s head bobbed with a tight jaw.
“Which means intimidation,” Wyatt said.
“Yes.” Rhea’s screen flickered as she pulled up financial transfers. “Driscoll had a deposit three days before the gala.”
“From?” Cal asked.
“Shell transfer. Routed twice. No clean origin.”
Cal nodded once. “Mastermind at the top. Multiple fronts. Disposable middle.”
Wyatt looked back at the board. “This is organized and deliberate. Are we…”
Letty’s phone buzzed as everyone went still. She frowned. “That’s… odd.”
Wyatt moved toward her instinctively. “Don’t open it yet,” he said.
Too late.Her screen lit up as her face drained of color.
“What is it?” Cal asked.
She didn’t answer fast enough, holding out her phone so Wyatt could take it, eyes scanning the screen. “It’s an email.No subject line from a masked domain… with a single image attachment.”
Rhea raised her hand, getting attention. “Forward it to me.”
Letty took back the phone as the cursor stopped spinning and swallowed. “It’s a photo.”
“Of what?” Wyatt asked. She turned the phone toward him as his stomach dropped. “Fuck! It’s the marsh road and the Jeep with the brake line hanging loose.” He studied it. “It was taken from a distance with a single line of text beneath it.” He took a breath, as Rhea pulled up the photo onto the screen.
SOME DISASTERS ARE PERSONAL.
The room stilled as Wyatt felt something cold slide into place inside his chest, the calm focus that came when a threat finally stopped pretending to be subtle.
Cal’s voice didn’t rise. “Time stamp?”
“Two minutes ago,” Rhea answered, already isolating the sender.
Cal flexed his hands. “IP?”
“Routing through three countries.” Rhea typed on her computer. “It’s masked.”
Wyatt looked at Letty. Her breathing was steady, but her hands trembled just enough for him to notice.
“They’re escalating,” Cal growled.
“They’re not just watching,” Wyatt corrected. “They’re warning.”
Letty straightened her shoulders. “They want me to stop.”
They need you to stop.“Yes.”
She met his eyes. “I won’t.”
