Hailey looked up from her laptop as Rachel entered.

The smile faded quickly.

“I need you to come with me,” Rachel said.

“Why?”

“For a debrief.”

Hailey stood slowly.

“I haven’t done anything wrong.”

“Then you won’t mind walking.”

Rachel’s voice was calm. But deadly.

Camellia watched from the hallway as they disappeared down the corridor.

Then she exhaled.

And checked the Phoenix surveillance logs.

Hailey had accessed everything — including Sophie’s Zurich flight plan.

Alia stood outside the modern art museum listed on the ledger.

Inside: the front for BelleTech’s new cover — an “arts initiative” funneling donor money to private accounts.

She wore black denim, her dark curls...