Neither of them slept.By four in the morning, the coffee was gone and the kitchen table had become something else — a map of the past two days, reconstructed in reverse. Cameron had a notepad. Nyla had her memory, which had always been sharper than she let people know."Alright," Cameron said. He put his pen down flat. "Who knew about the café meeting with Elena?"She had already been thinking about it. She'd been thinking about nothing else since she read the message."I told you," she said."Yes.""I told Tobias, because he handles my security schedule.""Yes.""I told my father, because he was asking about Elena and I didn't want him to worry about where I was going alone."She paused. Cameron waited."And I told Diane." She said the name carefully. Diane. Her personal assistant. Twenty-six years old, organised to the point of compulsion, had worked for her for just over a year. "She manages my calendar. I asked her to block the time and not schedule anything around it."Cameron w
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