“All of them.”
“Cameras?”
“The Ravenswood dining room has internal surveillance.”
I paused.
“Adrian bragged last month that it records audio too.”
Naomi exhaled.
“Good.”
Then quickly:
“Do not answer any calls from him. Come straight to my office.”
“No.”
“Claire.”
“I’m going to Blackwell BioSystems.”
Another silence.
“You’re certain?”
“Yes.”
“Then I’m meeting you there.”
