HIS SECRET ADDICTION
Back at the apartment, we plugged it in.
Files. Hundreds of them. Transactions, emails, recorded calls. And at the center of everything, one name that made my blood freeze.
"No," Damien whispered.
The documents showed everything. The money laundering, the murders, the conspiracy. All of it traced back to one person who'd been there from the beginning, who'd had access to everything, who we'd trusted completely.
Maya.
I turned to look at her. She stood by the door, gun in hand, expression apologetic.