Chapter 45 The Final Warning

• Miranda Greystone had never been subtle.But today, she would be precise.
• She sat in a back booth of an upscale restaurant—not her usual kind of place, too small, too public—but that was the point. A place where whispers sounded like truths and blurred phone footage became gospel by the time the bill arrived.
• Across from her sat a man with greasy hair and a scar that bisected his left eyebrow. He went by Bishop, though Miranda was certain his real name was something unfortunate and unmarketable.