MARCUS'S POV
It was the book.
He kept coming back to the book.
Everything else Victoria had done was clean. The server access....routed through three servers, wall at the third layer. The car outside the hospital registered to a rental company under a name that didn't exist anymore. The hotel....cash, no forwarding, gone. Claire Mercer's source trail encrypted communications, nothing that pointed anywhere useful, he'd spent four days on it and hit the same wall every time.
But the book.
The book was different.
Not because she'd been careless with it. She hadn't. She'd been careful with it the same way she'd been careful with everything. But the book was a different kind of move....not operational, not strategic in the cold clinical way of the server access or the article. The book was personal. It was the move of someone who wanted Aria to know she'd been seen.
Personal moves left different traces than operational ones.
He pulled up everything he had on it again.
