The walls of the safehouse were thick, but the silence inside was thicker.
Valentina sat at the wooden table, hands clasped, the morning sun barely brushing the window. She hadn't slept, not really. Her thoughts had twisted and turned through the night......memories, possibilities, threats. Her father’s voice echoed in her head, not in words but in instincts, urging her to stay one step ahead.
She glanced across the room.
Adrian stood shirtless by the counter, focused on his phone, tracking encrypted signals and messages routed through five countries. His brow was furrowed, jaw locked in concentration. He hadn’t slept either.
He looked at her suddenly, like he could feel her watching.
“They’re close,” he said. “Too close.”
“How many?”
“Three tails. Two foot soldiers, one spotter. Al
