Two days of silence in the Vance apartment felt longer than a life sentence.
Sarah hadn't come back. She hadn't called. The only evidence she still existed was the missing toothbrush in the bathroom and the hole in the air where her energy used to be.
Noah spent the forty-eight hours staring at the wall, nursing his shoulder with bags of frozen peas, and waiting for Jinx to crack Sol's security grid.
Now, the waiting was over.
1:00 AM.
The wind whipped around the fifty-fourth floor of the Solstice Tower. It howled like a dying animal, cutting through Noah's tactical pants.
He hung from the side of the glass building, suspended by a suction-cup rig attached to his left arm. His right shoulder—the bad one—was taped up tight, but it still throbbed with every gust of wind.
"Grid is down
