I nod. “Less now. He’s showering for the girls they’re sending in. He won’t be expecting anyone else.”
“And you’re sure you don’t want to just shoot him?”
I don’t answer that. This isn’t about ease. It’s about sending a message. A body broken in close quarters says more than a bullet ever could. If we don't want this to fall on Vesper badly we do it loud.
I move first, silent, stepping into the fog-filled bathroom. The steam blinds, but the moment I see his silhouette behind the frosted glass, everything in me stills. He’s humming. Some old rock tune, completely unaware he’s got seconds left to live.
Knox enters behind me, closing the door quietly. He grabs the towel off the rail and wraps it tight in his fists. No guns, no knives. We’re going to do this the way they want it, blood, sw
