Thirty-one
Axe pushed the Preben into the small of Brice’s back and leaned in close. His breath stank.
“Try anything, and you’re dead.”
He reached forward and rapped on the door. Brice noted how grubby his hand was, and he wondered when the man last washed.
“You got him?” The voice was muffled by the metal of the door, but Brice recognised Siren’s voice. She didn’t sound happy.
“Yeah!” Axe yelled.
There was a click. “Then get in here.”
Brice was surprised at how small the room was. After the shadow-drenched chamber where he’d first met Siren, her office was unimpressive. True, the desk was large, but it was an old thing, all cylindrical legs and metal plates bolted together. The chair she sat in was high-backed, and might have looked imposing if not for the stain down one side and t
