Julian didn’t watch him leave.
His focus was entirely on the image of Elara Vance. The supposed genius. The ghost he was being paid a king’s ransom to hunt.
He saw the panic she was surely feeling, the amateur mistakes she was probably making, the digital tripwires she was setting that he could bypass in his sleep.
He smiled. A cold, thin, predator’s smile.
The hunt for Elara Vance had already begun.