It was a paparazzi-style snapshot, taken from a distance, showing the reclusive CEO of Vanguard Global stepping out of a black Maybach. The woman was wearing oversized dark sunglasses and a sleek trench coat, her head turned slightly away from the camera. Standing behind her was a towering, heavily muscled man in a suit, glaring directly at the lens.
Detective Aris froze.
He lowered his coffee mug slowly onto the desk, his eyes locked onto the photograph of the female CEO.
The sunglasses obscured her eyes. The hair was styled differently. The clothes were incredibly expensive. But Aris had spent the last two years staring at a very specific file. He knew the exact angle of that jawline. He knew the posture. He knew the cold, terrifyingly calm aura that seemed to radiate through the glossy paper.
His heart began to hammer against his ribs.
