Chapter 5 - The Web of BetrayalDamon did not let the Marlowes leave the office. He had them placed in a holding room in the lower levels of the dock warehouse—the very same warehouse where Eli had taken his final breath.
"Sofia," Damon called out, stepping into the hallway.
A sharp, elegant woman in a tailored black suit stepped out of the shadows. Sofia was Damon’s chief of intelligence, a woman who could find a needle in a digital haystack in under ten minutes.
"I want everything on the Marlowe family's communications over the last seventy-two hours," Damon ordered. "And find out who leaked Adriana’s location to them. She was hiding under a false name, working a cash-only job. Someone had to give her up."
"I'm already on it, boss," Sofia said, her fingers flying over her tablet. "But there's something else. We traced a series of encrypted satellite calls from Walter Marlowe’s personal device. They weren't going to the West End Syndicate."
"Who were they going to?"
Sofia looked up, her expression grave. "Victor."
Damon’s hand tightened around the edge of his desk. Victor was his right-hand man, his childhood friend, and the lieutenant who had been in charge of security the night Eli was killed. He was the only other person who had known the exact route Damon’s car was taking that night.
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The pieces of the puzzle began to fall into place, each one heavier and colder than the last.
Eli hadn't died in a random, tragic crossfire. He had been set up. And the same people who had orchestrated his death were now trying to use the Marlowe family to drain Damon’s empire and eliminate the last living witness to their betrayal: Adriana.
