The drive to the Hamptons took two hours.
Elena drove in tense silence, her knuckles white on the steering wheel. Marcus was passed out in the back, finally succumbing to exhaustion and pain medication.
And Dante sat in the passenger seat, checking and rechecking the handgun they'd found in the SUV.
Sienna stared out the window. Watched the city give way to suburbs. Then to the sprawling estates of old money.
Places where people had so much wealth they didn't know what to do with it except build bigger houses and taller walls.
"Tell me about the beach house," Dante said quietly.
Sienna blinked. Came back to the present. "Why?"
"Because we're walking into God knows what. And I'd like to know the layout. Exits. Hiding spots." He set down the gun. "And because you look like you're ab
