Leo’s POV
The streetlights created lengthy shadows over the alleyway as we sought cover; the night sky was a black blanket. Still ringing in my ears, my heart hammered in my chest. Trying to regain my breath, I bent behind a tipped dumpster, but my thoughts were racing.
Becky... Where was she located?
I looked about at the anarchy, but the car's blinding headlights made almost nothing visible. As I looked for any indication of her, panic tore at my gut. The agenda did not call for this. Eleanor had stated we would be able to surprise The Broker, but today it felt as though we were the ones approaching a trap.
" Becky!" Hoping—praying—that she was still out there, uninjured, I yelled across the gunshots. After all, I could not lose her.
"Over here, Leo!" From behind a stack of boxes, P
