Chapter 65

• Clara sat in her office, her expression composed, every movement precise. On the desk lay a brown envelope, waiting to be opened. She didn’t rush—Clara always savored the moment when her plans began to take shape.
• A knock at the door. Her assistant entered, carrying a stack of photos.
• “Miss, we’ve gathered everything you asked for. Recordings, locations, even the license plate of Rico and Viona’s car when they left the motel.”