(Sarah POV)I watched Tony Stark through the burner phone's camera as he stood in an empty parking garage, two duffel bags at his feet. Ten million dollars in cash. Right on time. But I wasn't there. I was three hundred miles away in a different state, watching the live feed from the camera I'd hidden in the rafters.

"Poor Tony," I murmured, bouncing the crying baby in my arms. "So predictable."

Marcus looked up from the laptop where he was monitoring the wire transfers. "Are you going to tell ...