CHAPTER 178
ROMEO POV
My office felt smaller than it ever had. Same walls. Same steel-and-glass order. Same chair behind the desk that had broken men with a look alone.
Yet something in the air had shifted, heavy and expectant, like the room knew what I was about to do.
Antonio entered without knocking. He didn't usually forget. He just knew better than to pretend this was a normal moment.
He set the drive on my desk. It was small. Black. Unassuming. This thing had been sitting in my vault for months.
Extracted the night we took the Volkov estate. Catalogued. Filed. Ignored. Because I hadn't wanted to see it.
Antonio sat down in the chair in front of my table. "Footage from the interior cameras," he said. "Primary residence. Hallways. Study. West wing. Time-stamped."
I nodded once, eyes still on the drive. Silence stretched.
"Is this because of Katya?," he added, carefully. That almost made me laugh, because I don't know why I was even caring to look at this now.
