Adrian's POV
Thorne left, and the room was quiet after Elena asked the question.
The new surveillance device sat on the table between us, its tiny red light blinking as though it had a heartbeat of its own.
My jaw was locked tight; my muscles were ticking. Elena watched me with the kind of stillness she only had when she suspected something terrible.
I finally reached forward and tapped the device. "Replay the last flagged audio."
There was a soft click.
Then a female voice burst through the speaker angrily.
"I told you not to contact me like this, Neal."
Elena's breath hitched, and my spine went rigid.
No, tell me I didn't hear what I just heard.
The voice came again, sharper.
"You can't keep showing up and demanding updates. You're getting reckless."
Elena's hand slowly lifted to her mouth. "Adrian… is that—"
"Gracia," I finished hoarsely.
