The drive back to the mansion was quiet, the city’s hum fading behind the tall walls of the Wellington estate as I pulled into the driveway. I had asked Suarez to take the week off to enable him to take care of his daughter’s health after sending him some money to cover her medical bills and some extra for post-recovery care. I ignored Natasha’s message, tucking my phone into my bag. There was no point in letting her shadow me further today; I refused to give her the satisfaction. Let ...