Xavier woke to the sharp buzz of his phone on the nightstand. He rolled over, eyes still heavy with sleep, and grabbed it.
Lena’s name lit up the screen.
He answered. “Yeah.”
“Where are you?” Lena’s voice came through quick and urgent. “Riley and Marcus are already at the office. We’re waiting for you to begin the plan. You know the exhibition is in four days.”
Xavier sat up rubbing his face. “On my way. Give me twenty.”
He hung up and swung his legs out of bed. The house was quiet. He dressed fast—jeans, dark shirt, holster clipped to his belt. In the hallway he paused outside the guest room where David slept.
He knocked softly.
David opened the door fast, already awake, arm still bandaged but moving better.
“Xavier,” David said low. “What’s up?”
“Lena’s got something. We’re meet
