“It is a grey area until the injunction is signed,” Julian said.

“We need to catch him in the act,” I said.

“With the Yamato representative,” Julian added.

The sedan sped northward along the river.

The rain seemed to fall harder now, drumming a frantic beat against the metal.

“We are five minutes away,” Thomas said.

I gripped the leather seat.

My phone vibrated in my hand.

It was an unknown number.

I pressed the screen to answer.

“Evelyn,” Bennett’s voice came through the line, cold and sharp.

I held my breath.

“I know you are behind the Blum leak,” he said.

“It was not a leak, Bennett,” I said. “It was the truth.”

“You think you have won,” he said, his voice trembling with rage.

“I know you are at Tenth Avenue,” he added. “Or rather, you were.”

My eyes widened as I looked at Julian.

“How does he know?” I whispered to Julian.

“I have eyes on the townhouse, Evelyn,” Bennett said. “Did you really think I wouldn’t see your lawyer’s car?”

The taxi we were following suddenly veered off the exit ramp toward the Queensboro Bridge.