Dorian lowered his voice as he glanced at Lyra in the rearview mirror. She had composed herself after the encounter with Orla, but her eyes remained fixed on the passing cityscape.
"What exactly did you find?" he asked the investigator, keeping his tone neutral.
The investigator's voice crackled through the phone. "Malachi Blackwood is blackmailing Orla Moreau. I've set a trap for him at the Golden Palace Casino. Got him indebted for three hundred thousand. He's desperate now, looking for someone to bail him out."
Lyra's attention snapped back to the present. She leaned forward slightly.
"He'll have to reveal his secret to get that kind of money," the investigator continued. "Just as you wanted."
"Good work," Dorian replied. "Keep me updated." He ended the call and met Lyra's gaze in the mirror.
"Ms. Moreau, that was—"
