Elena was over the wall before Damian finished the sentence, landing hard on the other side in the strip of overgrown grass that separated the estate's property line from the access road beyond it, gun still loose in her hand.
"You could have waited for security," Damian said, dropping down beside her a second later, clearly not planning to let her be the only one taking the risk.
"Security's twenty minutes out. Whoever left these marks might not be." She crouched at the base of the wall, running her fingers along a scuffed patch of stone where boot rubber had scraped a pale streak into the old mortar. Fresh. A day old at most, maybe less. "You were right. Someone came up close, on this side, and had a clear line to the garden."
"To watch, or to shoot."
"If they wanted to shoot, we'd a
