All Chapters of Killed And Reborn, I Found True Love : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

She did not sleep again that night.By midnight, Tobias had a partial trace on Cross — a rental car registered under a name that didn't exist, picked up from an airport location six hours ago. The direction of travel put him heading north. Tobias handed the trace to Reeves's team and kept pulling.By two in the morning, the intercept authorisation was seventy percent done. Reeves sent a brief message: On track. Keep the source available.By four in the morning, Nyla was sitting at Cameron's kitchen table with a cold cup of coffee and Dominique's evidence summary open on the screen in front of her, cross-referencing account numbers against the transaction trail, and thinking about twenty-one hours.She was making herself useful because useful was the only thing that kept the weight of the past seventy-two hours from sitting directly on her chest.Her phone showed six in the morning.Then it started ringing.Cameron first. Then Tobias. Then Patricia Osei. All within four minutes of each

She did not tell Cameron that night.She told herself it was because there was too much else happening — the intercept authorisation, the charter clock, the injunction attempt on tomorrow's journal release. All of that was true. All of it needed attention. And she gave it her attention fully and without reservation and told herself she would deal with the other thing when there was space for it.She was still telling herself that at seven the next morning when Cameron walked into the kitchen, set his phone face-up on the counter between them, and said: "Eric is on television."The interview had been recorded the previous afternoon and aired that morning on a financial news channel that had been tracking the Harper Industries story. She did not know how Eric had arranged it — who had connected him to the producer, whether he had approached them or they had found him. It didn't matter. What mattered was that it was live now, and it was very good, and she meant that in the worst possible

Cameron's objection was immediate, controlled, and completely predictable."No," he said. Before she had finished telling him what Eric had asked for. Just: no."We build a trap around it," she said. "It's not a real solo meeting. It just has to look like one.""If something goes wrong—""Then you'll be forty feet away in the lobby bar with a direct sightline to the table and Tobias will be across the street watching the entrance." She looked at him steadily. "I need Eric to believe I came alone. I need him off-balance. He has been performing for cameras for two days — in that interview, in his head, in every calculation he's made about this meeting. If I walk in the way he expects, he'll have the script ready." She paused. "If I walk in without what he expects, he won't."Cameron was quiet for a moment."What does he have?" he said. "That he thinks will end you.""I don't know yet," she said. "That's why I have to go."He looked at her with the expression that meant he had reached th

The security sweep of her apartment took forty minutes.Tobias ran it himself with a second person she hadn't met before — a woman named Petra who carried a scanner the size of a television remote and moved through the rooms with the particular efficiency of someone who did this regularly and took no pleasure in what they found.She found one device.Behind the outlet plate beside the kitchen window. A listening chip no larger than a fingernail. Petra held it up between two fingers and showed it to Nyla with an expression that contained a professional kind of apology — the look of someone delivering confirmation of the thing you already suspected and hoped was wrong."How long?" Nyla asked.Petra looked at the device. "Based on the battery life of this model — between three and five weeks."Three to five weeks.She stood in her kitchen and thought about the past three to five weeks. Every conversation she'd had here. Every phone call. Every moment she'd let her guard down in the only

The letter was on Roberts's personal stationery.She recognised it immediately — the heavy cream paper, the discreet monogram at the top, the same letterhead she had seen on documents in Elena's blue folder. The letter was dated fourteen months ago. Three weeks before Eric had first come to Robert's attention as someone useful. Three weeks before their marriage had begun its final, deliberate deterioration.She read it standing in the corridor with Cameron behind her and building security at the far end and the sound of a distant siren growing closer through the building's walls.She read it twice.Then she folded it along its original crease and held it at her side and stood very still for a moment.The letter was a payment confirmation and a set of instructions.It confirmed a transfer of two hundred and fifty thousand dollars to an account she recognised as one of Eric's — one of the ones buried in the financial records she had spent months untangling. It confirmed a further series