The Taboo Heiress

Isabella Rossi’s assistant responded within minutes. She’ll be at the studio tomorrow at 2:00 PM. She’s requested "total privacy"—no assistants, no hair and makeup crew (she’ll bring her own or do it herself), and absolute confidentiality. She’s paying a premium for a closed-set session. This plays perfectly into your hands.

Before going to lunch, you pull Marcus aside. "Listen. There's been a black sedan parked at the end of the block for the last three days. I want you to hire some guys to keep an eye on them. If they're after the camera, there could be trouble."

Marcus takes the news of the black sedan with a grim, professional nod. He doesn't ask questions; he just makes a few calls to the kind of men who don't exist on paper. By sunset, two unassuming vans—one a "plumbing" service and the other an unmarked delivery vehicle—are positioned at the mouth of the alley. Your watchers are now watching the watchers.