Valkor
I had the grey coat wired before she left the building.
Not the coat itself. A small transmitter sewn into the lining of the left panel, placed there by Tank while Ravenna was in her office getting ready. Tank had been doing this kind of work for me for eleven years. He was the best technical operative in the RavenWolf Biker network and he did not ask questions about why.
Three of my bikers were already at the location by the time Ravenna's car arrived. Two visible, dressed as workers on the far side of the street. One on the roofline of the building opposite with a clear line of sight to the entrance and the alley behind it. All three were on a closed channel I was monitoring from a car parked two streets over.
I had told her to go because she would have gone anyway and this wa
