Dominic’s Pov

The hotel room was dark. Choking.

I huddled at the bedside, elbows and back bent into knees. The thin wall lamp pulsed and buzzed above me like a dying insect. The folder Langley gave me was heavier than any gun I had ever seen. My thumb ran along the rim of the paper. For the hundredth time in two days, I unfolded it again.

Liana. Serena. That flash drive.

There was a soft photo of Serena snapped in the cafe, catching her passing what looked like data. It wasn't ...