Michael nodded again, thrilled beyond belief that for once, his newness was counting in his favor. It was true that he’d only been promoted to Guardian three months ago, and that he hadn’t left the Garden since he’d joined two years earlier. No way he was known in town, no way that he’d be identified by anyone outside the compound as one of Gideon’s trusted men. He was totally anonymous, to the point that he never even thought about his birth name now. His entire life before the Garden – his parents, his sister, his hooker ex-girlfriend, his pimp and drug-dealer days – had been firmly forgotten when the Master called him to serve at his side.
“There’s a police officer named Briley Cross that I need you to go visit,” Gideon said. “She has full access to the traffic cam footage, and I need
