Monday. London, United Kingdom.
VALENTINO STARED AT THE dark screen. It had long since timed out, but she'd memorized the words.
Right now she had two enemies on her tail.
The cops.
And Skilton's assassin.
The cops didn't worry her much. Most of the time they were annoying, nipping at her heels, but otherwise harmless. At least before Diha stepped into the picture.
It was the assassin that worried her. If that shot had been better aimed, he could have killed Viggo. And now another one was on their tail. One who'd gotten within firing range of her.
He hadn't even hesitated when he'd seen her.
Was it possible Skilton had uncovered her secret? That Viggo wasn't actually her?
That was concerning. She hadn't mentioned it to Viggo, and she wouldn't unless she had to. She didn't want him to worry.
Valentino doubted she could trust Diha.