(Liam Romano's POV)
The SUV glided through the sleepy streets as I watched Morrow in the rearview mirror. He had sunk into the back seat, his eyes closed, but I knew he wasn't asleep. He was processing his new reality: he had traded one known executioner for an unknown one.
The dashboard light picked out the sweat on his temple like a pale map.
We arrived at the new hideout—a nondescript apartment in a middle-class building that Neri had arranged herself. No frills, but impenetrable. Once inside, I led Morrow to the safe room. Hailey followed us, closing the door behind her.
Morrow sat down in the only available chair, facing the metal table. His hands were still shaking; he wrapped them around each other as if to stop them.
"Let's start with Madison," I said, standing in front of hi
