Marie's husband is Victoria's father. The diplomat we thought was just collateral damage.
He's standing there in an expensive suit, looking like he's about to conduct a board meeting, not a murder.
"You." The word comes out choked.
"Me." His smile is pleasant and terrifying. "Did you really think my wife operated alone? That Victoria's obsession with you was random?"
Katherine's gripping my hand so hard it hurts.
"Charles Sterling," she breathes. "You're The Architect."
"Architect, director, builder. Call it whatever," He walks toward us casually. "I prefer CEO... seems more accurate. I built this empire thirty-five years ago."
"The Commission-" I start.
"Was my creation and my vision. It was a way to control crime rather than fight futile wars against it. Margaret Liu was my lieutenant, Morrison my asset inside the FBI, and Marie was my partner until grief made her sloppy."
He's circling us now. Predatory despite his civilized appearance.
