Leo's jaw tightened. His fingers pressed into the armrests of his chair, the leather creaking under the pressure.
He read further. The man who had died, Moofi Rizzo, had been targeted specifically. The truck had not just been chasing Bella. It had been trying to take out her protection first, isolate her, and make her vulnerable.
The guards in the car had been hit first, deliberately, with precision. Moofi had taken the brunt of the impact. He had died on impact, his body crushed, his life ended in an instant. The other guards were injured but alive, recovering in the hospital.
Leo's hands curled into fists on the desk. His knuckles went white.
He thought about the spy he had suspected for months. The mole in his house. The person who had been feeding information to his enemies from the inside. Someone who knew the routines, the schedules, and the weak points in his security. Someone who had access to information that should have been impossible to obtain.
Now he had proof.
