Briggs’ POV
Dara doesn’t answer immediately. She studies me first, like she’s deciding whether I’m asking as Briggs, or something else.
Then she leans back, slow, relaxed.
“Mhmm,” she hums. “I do.”
I don’t react, I wait for her to talk. She likes to be watched when she talks.
“It’s an old company,” she continues. “Been running long before you disappeared.”
“Doing what?”
“Logistics. Quiet contracts. Import, distribution… the kind that doesn’t scream money but always has it.”
Stable…clean on the surface.
“Who runs it?” I ask.
She smiles. “That’s the interesting part.”
Of course it is.
“They keep it layered,” she adds. “Ownership shifts, signatures rotate… you don’t really know who’s behind it unless you’re looking very closely.”
My fingers tap once against the glass.
“You’re re
