The storage facility watched the freight lines from behind chain-link and razor wire. Old sodium lights smeared everything in yellow. Nora killed the cameras for ninety seconds at a time while they threaded the corridors.
“Loop starts now,” she said. “You’ve got one and a half floors before the system gets suspicious.”
They climbed. Concrete, damp and cold. The door to block C hummed quietly, a lazy alarm that trusted signs more than people. Emilia’s palm grazed Rafael’s back as they moved. He looked over his shoulder and gave her that small, private smile that only lived when no one else could see it.
Locker C-28 waited at the far end. The brass key turned like it had been used by the same careful hand for months. Inside, a banker’s box. No locks. That was Cesare’s arrogance; good tast
