Emily’s POV

We started at nine that evening.

Dario cleared the desk himself, moving the files that had been left there earlier and making room for everything we needed. Leon was still tied up with the surveillance threads and the Brooklyn property, so it was just the two of us.

I brought the files I’d been working on for weeks and spread them across the desk. Before the night at the library, they had been mine to deal with, my investigation and my problem to solve. Now I was laying them out ...