Naomi’s Pov;

The first call came before noon.

Not to us. To someone connected to us. Then another. Then a third.

Rubio tracked them all.

He stood at the table with three phones laid out in front of him, each buzzing at different intervals.

He didn’t look amused. He didn’t look stressed either. He looked like someone watching dominoes fall exactly the way he’d lined them up.

“They’re nervous,” he said. “Not panicking yet. But asking the right questions.”

Cassian leaned over the table, studying the screens. “Which side?”

“All of them,” Rubio replied. “Old partners. Middlemen. People who thought Eldon was untouchable.”

Mara crossed her arms. “That means the...