Monday. Thames House. London, United Kingdom.
DIHA TYPED FURIOUSLY.
Cat had taken her things and slipped out hours ago.
Last Diha had heard, Miles was headed home to shower and make the necessary show of being fired.
Okay, he wasn't fired, but from the memo she'd seen he might as well have been.
Zora had only texted to say she was headed to another meeting and would be back later. Nothing more.
Valentino was going to pay. Diha was going to find him and hold him accountable for the lives he'd killed and what he was doing now. And then she'd find the son of a bitch who'd gone after Miles.
Her fingers paused and her gaze jumped to the door.
Baker and Joon were out there pouring over everything. If one or the other was the mole, their target could know everything in hours.