Later That Afternoon, Rachel and Richard met Sophie on the garden terrace. The sounds of clinking plates and wine glasses still echoed faintly from the ballroom, but Sophie welcomed the fresh air.

“They’re getting bolder,” Rachel said, not bothering with pleasantries.

Sophie leaned on the railing. “Belinda or Ethan?”

“Both,” Richard answered. “But PulseWire wouldn’t have risked that unless they were certain someone on the inside fed them something solid.”

Rachel crossed her arms. “Camellia?”

Sophie hesitated. “She’s… been off. Jumpy. She almost dropped her notepad twice today. And she barely looked me in the eye after the ambush.”

“She’s loyal and she has been your friend,” Richard said.

“She’s...