“Who?”
She tightened her fingers around the door.
“I don’t know his name. But he knew about you. He knew about the children. And he told me that if I stayed in Chicago, your enemies would find us before you ever did.”
Behind me, Marcus went still.
Evelyn looked directly at me.
“That man gave me the address of the apartment in Cambridge.”
A cold unease moved through me.
“Did Victoria send him?”
“I thought she had.”
“And now?”
Evelyn shook her head.
“Now I’m not sure.”
She reached into the folder and withdrew a photograph, older and more faded than the others.
It showed the hospital corridor outside the maternity ward.
A man stood near the elevators, his face turned partly away from the camera.
But the signet ring on his right hand was visible.
Marcus stepped closer.
He stared at the image for several seconds, then whispered, “Boss.”
