The Playbook for Heartbreak
He leaned his head back against the headrest, his grey eyes locked onto the tinted side window as the car began to crawl through the heavy Manhattan traffic.
"I didn't think the Vipers fans would track Maya's vehicle," Eve said, her voice tighter than she intended. She reached into her bag, pulling out her tablet to check the real-time media alerts, desperate to anchor herself back into the safety of numbers. "The probability of a leak from a private medical center registry should have been minimal. I calculated the risk profile before I left the hotel."
"Stop looking at the screen, Eve."
The command was quiet, but it carried the absolute weight of a captain's locker room authority.