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No identifying shadow.

Angle from the west side.

Low.

Thirty yards, maybe less.

Vale moves beside me.

“Current?”

“Yes.”

Drew whistles.

“She’s here.”

I look toward the estate.

“She’s inside.”

Jalen peers over my shoulder.

“Maybe she’s the harpist.”

Drew nods. “Florist”

“Not the florist. I already checked.” Kane says.

“Caterer.”

Vale shakes his head. “Vetted.”

Leo’s eyes move across the property.

“She could be a guest.”

My jaw locks.

“She could be anybody.”

Drew looks at me.

Then grins slowly.

“She out-Blackwelled Blackwell.”

“Don’t.”

“She out-security-ed you.”

“That isn’t a word.”

“It is now.”

My attention sweeps the grounds.

Guests moving toward the ceremony.