Sunday. London, United Kingdom.
THE SOUND OF THE city woke Ramon by small degrees. The tiny room was poorly insulated and the walls paper thin. He might as well have slept outside. But there was some sense of security behind having a door with a lock on it.
Not that it would protect him if he failed this job.
He'd had Valentino, the real Valentino, right in front of him.
And he'd been right.
The hacker was a woman. Not a man.
At least he was fairly certain that was who he'd chased yesterday.
How had she slipped away? Where had she gone?
In the rush to flee, he'd abandoned all leads, and would now have to start over. But that was okay. He knew if he just bided his time, he would be led to her.
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Sunday. London, United Kingdom.
VALENTINO STARED AT THE image.
Finding the woman gave her no joy. She wished it had been a man who found her. Not this woman.
"Still looking at her?" Viggo sat down on the bed behind her, the springs creaking under his weight.