"Marcus Thorne will attend the Metropolitan Museum gala tonight."
Aria read the news article for the third time. The event was being covered by every major news outlet.
And Marcus would be there, walking into whatever trap Vera had prepared.
She'd been awake for thirty-six hours straight. Her shoulder still ached from the bullet wound. But she couldn't stop.
Not now.
Not when she was so close.
She pulled up everything she could find about the museum: floor plans, security protocols, and guest lists.
The gala would be held in the Great Hall. Three hundred guests. Security will be provided by the museum's private firm, plus additional details for high-profile attendees.
Marcus would have his own security team. But if they'd been compromised and feeding information to Vera, they'd be useless.
Or worse, they'd be part of the trap.
