Table Seven

"But Daniel Ross was?" Marcus said nothing. Below them, the Strip burned with rented daylight. "I wanted to see if you could protect the secret," Marcus said. Ethan's pulse slowed. "What secret?" "Do not insult me. I do not know what you have. I know you have something." Ethan turned. "And?" "And Victor Sloane believes he can own it by destroying your public options." "What do you believe?" Marcus's smile was tired. "I believe my sister is closer to you than she should be, Priya Raman is more dangerous than you understand, and you are about to be offered more money than your childhood prepared you to refuse." At 4:07 a.m., Vegas time, the digest arrived.