The traitor was closer than they'd imagined.
"Elena," Serena said the next morning, her voice carrying a strange finality, "we need to talk."
Dante's assistant looked up from her tablet, confused by the formal tone. "Of course, Mrs. Valentino. What do you need?"
"I need you to explain how three escaped prisoners knew exactly where to find my daughter."
"Ma'am, I'm not sure I understand—"
"I need you to explain how they knew Sofia's school schedule, her pickup times, her security detail rotation."
Elena's face went pale. "There must have been a leak in the federal system—"
"There was a leak," Serena agreed. "But not in the federal system."
She moved to the window, her back to Elena, her voice conversational.
"You know, when I first married Dante, I thought it was strange how quickl
