Vladimir's Pov

The holographic map was the only thing that held my attention. Illuminated by the cold blue light of the projected data, the Mediterranean looked less like a sea and more like a circuit board where the current had just been correctly routed. Chiara’s information, combined with Isabella’s desperate, brilliant ‘North Star’ signal buried in the contract, had delivered the target solution.

The cross-reference confirmed it: Salvatore was using a small, defunct coastal ...