Damien’s POV

Marlowe.

The name lands in my mouth like a toxin.

Marlowe.

The folder in my hands is already warm from how long I’ve been gripping it. I’ve gone over the same block of text three times, and the words still don’t rearrange themselves into something I like. My PI doesn’t pad reports or miss links. If he’s pointing at Marlowe, then she’s in this.

What I can’t see is the angle.

And I ...