THE DON'S DISCARDED BRIDE のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 121 - チャプター 130

Andres Vidal's trial was smaller than Marsh's. Less public. Less coverage. A courtroom that was half the size and had a quarter of the gallery. But for the Foundation it mattered more than the Marsh trial in one specific way. Andres Vidal had been her hire. She had interviewed him herself. She had read his history herself. She had shaken his hand on his first day and introduced him to the Barcelona team and believed, completely, that she had made a good decision. She had been wrong. That was the thing she had been sitting with for three months. Not the betrayal. Not the money he had moved through the Foundation's accounts. The fact that she had looked at him and not seen it. She went to Barcelona to fix what she could fix. The Barcelona office was subdued when she arrived. The remaining team members had been through an investigation, a trial, and three months of working with a question hanging over everything they did. They looked like people who were waiting to find ou

Bucharest in autumn was loud and fast and full of itself in the best possible way. Sophia had not been here before. She had read about it in files and intelligence reports and three years of network documentation but reading about a city and standing in it are two completely different things. She stood outside the airport and let it arrive. Then she got in the car. They were three. Sophia. Nico. Elias. An arrangement that would have been impossible to explain six months ago and was now simply the way certain operations worked. Elias knew Bucharest the way he knew every Eastern European city. From the inside. From thirty years of moving through it quietly. In the car he said very little. He looked out the window at streets he clearly recognised and did not perform the recognition. He just noted things. A turn. A building. A market that had moved since he was last here. Nico drove. He and Elias had reached a working arrangement over the past months. Not warmth. Not fr

The warehouse was on the outskirts of the city. Large. Gray. The kind of building that did not draw attention because it was not trying to. It sat between two other large gray buildings on a road that trucks used and nobody else did. From the outside it looked like storage. From the inside, according to Grigore's information, it was considerably more than that. Sophia had looked at the satellite images three times the night before. She had not slept well. They did not go in. That was the rule she had established and would not move from. The Foundation's role was intelligence. The actual operation belonged to the Romanian authorities, who had received three briefings, Dana's full documentation package, and a call from Catherine to her international counterpart that had produced the warrant in less than forty-eight hours. "We hand off and we watch," she told the team the morning of the operation. "We do not go in. We do not approach. We observe and we support and we let the p

The financial officer's name was Callum. Thirty-one years old. He had been with Oliver's company for three years and had believed, apparently, that the amounts he was moving were small enough and the people he was moving them for were far enough away that nothing would ever come back to him. He was wrong about all three of those things. He cooperated within two hours of Sophia sitting across from him. Not because she threatened him. Because she laid the documentation on the table and gave him time to understand what it meant, and what it meant was clear enough that there was no version of not cooperating that made any sense. By evening, the Bucharest-to-London money channel was formally documented and closed. The London node was finished. James arrived the next morning. He had not been invited. Sophia had told him specifically and directly that he was not coming to London and that he should stay in Vienna and finish the research summary he had started. He landed at Heat

The next morning.Coffee. James at the kitchen table with his laptop open. Elena eating breakfast with the focused attention she brought to everything including toast.Nico had gone home the previous evening. Mateo and Elena Vasquez had said goodnight at ten. Oliver and his wife were in the guest room down the hall. Rosalind was already awake somewhere in the house because Rosalind was always awake before anyone expected.The house was in that particular state that follows a full day. Still warm from everyone who had been in it. Not yet ready to be ordinary again.Sophia sat across from James with her coffee and waited."Rosalind has been digitising Rose's personal correspondence," James said.He did not say good morning either. They had stopped doing that some time ago. It saved time and neither of them minded."For the book," Sophia said."Yes. She shared a portion of it with the Foundation research team three months ago. I have been reading through it." He turned his laptop screen