Page 136 of Black Reign

One of the catering supervisors is too tall.

Three blondes sit together on Hannah's side, none matching anything I know about Vesper.

Caramel hair appears everywhere now that I'm looking for it.

Or maybe I only notice because hers has lived in my head for years.

Drew catches me checking a reflection in the polished silver champagne bucket near the aisle.

“Subtle.”

“Watch the wedding.”

“I am.”

“You're watching me.”

“You're more entertaining.”

I resist the urge to answer.

Vesper came.

That's the problem.

She was here long enough to get inside my perimeter, send Sergei through the main gate, photograph the ceremony arch, and apparently disappear into hundreds of guests and staff without leaving me one useful clue.

The ceremony ends.

Kane kisses Hannah.

Everyone cheers.

For several minutes the entire property becomes movement—champagne, congratulations, hugs, photographers authorized by Hannah, people crossing between the lawn and reception terrace.

Exactly the sort of chaos Vesper would use.

I don't.

Not immediately.

I promised Haverhill no visible escalation until after the vows.

Vows are over.

Now I start asking questions.

Quietly.

Catering staffing sheets first.

Florists.

Rental teams.

Musicians.

Temporary service hires.