Nora moved like a ghost, the deep sapphire of her dress melding with the long shadows cast by the overgrown pines. The storage building, small and stone-cold, was a perfect blind spot. Inside, Ivan had already established a rudimentary command center: two laptops, a secure satellite phone, and a high-gain microphone feed running from a discreet bug Demetri had planted near the chapel entrance earlier that morning.
The interior smelled of dust and aged lumber. Ivan pointed to a reinforced window that offered a clean, direct line of sight across the courtyard to the chapel door.
“He is in, Miss,” Ivan whispered, his face slick with tension. He gestured to one of the screens. The audio feed was live, delivering a low, humming silence punctuated by the echo of the massive oak door swinging s
