"Get information about this whole operation," I said to Dane.
He nodded, stiff, efficient, already turning before I'd finished the sentence. That was what I valued about Dane. He didn't ask questions when questions were a luxury we didn't have. He moved, and he moved fast, and he understood instinctively the difference between the moments that required discussion and the moments that required action. This was the latter.
I watched him go for exactly one second, then turned away.
The house had settled into an uneasy quiet that I didn't entirely trust. The kind of quiet that follows violence and hasn't yet decided if it's finished. My men were positioned, I'd made sure of that before anything else, before I'd even thought about the hidden room, before I'd let myself think about her, peri
