"What exactly did you hear?"

　　"Enough to know it's bad, Camila. She mentioned your name, some sort of document... I couldn't get everything. But you have to be careful," Blake urged, his words tumbling out in a rush.

　　"Okay, okay. I'll... I'll figure something out." Camila's mind raced, trying to connect dots that danced just out of reach.

　　"Figure out fast. Layla doesn't play games. Not unless she's already holding all the cards," Blake ...