Ethan
By eleven that night, we'd built enough of a case against Marcus Webb that Priya's preliminary confirmation came through on my phone, a match between his recent financial activity and contact with a known tabloid editor, exactly the kind of corroborating evidence we needed before moving forward with an approach.
"We have him," I said, turning the screen toward Clara. "Priya traced a payment inquiry from a tabloid editor to an account registered under Webb's associate two days ago. Combined with the courier pattern, it's enough to move on tomorrow morning."
Clara exhaled, visible relief loosening the tension she'd been carrying all evening. "Thank God. I don't think either Sebastian or I could have managed another sleepless night wondering if this was going to blow up before we fou
