Monday. United Kingdom.
VALENTINO STARED AT THE transaction dated five days ago.
It was the second payment of three. The first one pre-dated the train derailment job. She'd seen payments like this one done before.
Having someone on your team assassinated was tricky business.
Were they coming for her?
Her gut said yes, but she didn't know for certain. Not yet. Not really.
Her mentor would no doubt know it was her who'd downloaded the files by now. The fact that he hadn't called her made the unease grow.
Someone within their hierarchy was being knocked off. Valentino refused to sit back and let that person be her. They'd been through too much to get to this place in life for her to lie down and take it.
No, Valentino would fight whatever came there way. It was the least she could do for her brother.
She glanced at Viggo's profile. The LED light from his phone cast a harsh light up, making the scar on his neck and cheek look more severe than they actually were.