Wednesday. Crash Pad. Brighton, United Kingdom.
VALENTINO PEALED BACK A corner of a newspaper and gazed out at the dreary morning.
She couldn't see the men out there, but she knew where they were. The cameras still had them.
"Everything's done," Viggo announced.
"Good." She let go and turned toward him. "Now, we wait."
It had taken most of the night to gather what she needed to execute the plan, but things were in motion now. All she had to do was sit back and enjoy the show.
"I still think we should get out of here after it's done," Viggo said.
Valentino glanced over her brother.
She didn't keep him around to think. That wasn't his role in all of this. Thinking had never and would never be Viggo's strength, but she didn't say that. She was no longer cruel.
Instead, she ignored him and went to her computer.