Bruce sat at Maurice’s booth at the hotel with a drink in front of him but his attention had been focused entirely on his phone, his fingers drummed on his knee as a sign of unease.

Would the organization even get a chance to contact Ivy? She had a driver who doubled as a hidden bodyguard for whoever was working behind the scenes of this carefully woven plot.

“… so what do you think?”

Bruce raised unfocused eyes to glance at Maurice.

“Hmm, I think that’s good. It would be ...