Marcus's point of view

My office was a big hassle. I was so preoccupied with my thoughts that I could hardly hear the faint hum of the city outside. I was talking to the man on the other end of my phone in a low, reflective voice while holding it near to my ear.

"I want her monitored," I made a firm statement. "Every move, every interaction. Don't give her any reason to suspect anything, but keep a watchful eye on her. If she realizes we are on her, she will bury whatever remains before we can get to it."

He hesitated, then the man on the other end of...