Marcus Voss didn't think of himself as a thief. He preferred the term *acquiring leverage*. It was a phrase that let him sleep soundly after he'd had his assistant snap a few photos of a folder left open on Whitfield's desk—just a second too long—during a boring meeting about liability insurance.He hadn't actually been looking for anything. That was the best part. He’d just happened to be early for the meeting, alone in the office for four minutes, and his habit of glancing at whatever was lying around had finally paid off in a big way.Two photos. Side by side. One was a wax seal from a marriage contract six years old; the other was a signing seal from an Aurelius addendum dated three weeks ago. They were identical, right down to a tiny flaw in the spiral that no computer program could have replicated by accident.He didn't fully get what it meant yet, and he didn't need to. All he knew, sitting in his car outside the club at seven in the morning on Elena's birthday, was that he was