DIABLO
“Not disturbing anything, am I?” Abel asks from behind me.
A hand clamps around his arm and yanks him into the corridor, dragging him away from April and toward the stairs. The anger is already boiling over. “What the hell are you doing here?” comes out low and sharp. “How did you get in without tripping the alarms?”
Abel laughs like this is a joke. “You really think there’s an alarm in the world I can’t shut down? Give me a few seconds and I’ll have the manuals in front of me if I need them. Any alarm. Anywhere. You don’t get to lock yourself away when I decide we need to talk, Diablo.”
“If you ever sneak in here again, I swear I’ll kill you.”
“So dramatic, especially when I’ve come bearing good news.”
His arm is released at the bottom of the stairs. The reason for the anger
