The ride back happened in silence. Monique was pressed against the door, her forehead almost touching the cold window, eyes fixed on the Underground lights sliding by without really seeing them.
Her hands wouldn't stop shaking, a light tremor rolling through in waves, and she wasn't even trying to hide it anymore. She hadn't said a word since they'd left the detention room. Hector didn't care. His mind was already running full speed somewhere else, on something far more urgent.
He has everything. Nash has everything.
The sentence kept coming back, over and over, like a pebble stuck in his shoe. If Nash really had gotten his hands on the evidence from the Jade Gardens network, the client logs, the videos, the fake sales contracts dressed up as business transactions, then the question wasn't whether he'd strike. It was when. And Hector had no intention of sitting back and waiting for the blow to land.
