At 10:15 AM, the high-definition monitor in Daniel’s Gaslamp Quarter command hub displayed a crisp, 4K split-screen feed. On the left was an aerial drone shot of the cobblestone driveway at 410 Meadowood Lane, a high-end luxury condominium in St. Helena, Napa Valley.

By 8:30 AM the following morning, the atmosphere inside Daniel’s Gaslamp office felt like a war room on the eve of an invasion.

While Ethan spent his morning in a frantic, sweating panic trying to wire off-the-books hush money to Vanessa from depleted backup accounts, I

The sunlit courtyard of the artisan coffee roastery smelled of roasted Ethiopian beans and coastal ozone. Glass walls reflected the midday glare, illuminating Ethan as he strode toward my table. His tailored navy jacket was unbuttoned, his tie loosened just enough to