The footsteps behind them were no distant anymore, they were getting closer. It's sound moved through the narrow corridor in waves; boots struck stone and clipped orders bounced off the walls, giving the unmistakable rhythm of trained men tightening a search pattern.
Whoever was leading them now seemed to have adapted quickly after the failed ambush as they were no longer trying to corner them blindly.
They were herding and Lorenzo recognized the tactic. That only meant that people hunting them were not ordinary soldiers theat were carrying out borrowed instructions rather, these were men who were accustomed to pressure, pursuit and the understanding of how fear altered movement.
That realization only sharpened the growing suspicion Lorenzo already had about Marco and the fact that he s
