"They found Vera."
Marcus looked up from the security briefing on his laptop. Two weeks had passed since Aria woke up. She was sitting in a wheelchair now. Physical therapy twice daily, and her progress was slow but steady.
"What do you mean they found her?" Marcus closed the laptop.
"Not found exactly. Identified. The shooter at the museum was Vera Santos."
Aria went still. "You're certain?"
"It's her." He pulled out his tablet. "But here's the problem. She disappeared the night of the gala. No credit card activity or travel records, and her phone hasn't been used."
"She knows how to disappear. I should know. She taught me."Aria said quietly.
"We've alerted every law enforcement agency, Interpol, and the FBI. Everyone's looking for her." The security chief looked at Marcus. "But Mr. Thorne, if she's as good as Ms. Kozlov says, we might never find her."
