45
“Are you sure she’ll come?” Walter asked Kira in a low voice.
He was hiding behind one of the large oak barrels in the basement of his brother’s old estate, not far from where Reid had been held by the Pale Lady’s men almost twenty-four hours earlier. The faint musk of Walter’s aftershave teased Kira’s nostrils.
“If she doesn’t, we’ll have to try Plan B,” Kira muttered, mostly to herself. She suppressed a shiver as the chill of the concrete floor beneath her feet seemed to creep through the soles of her running shoes to travel up her legs.
At least she was back in her own jeans again, and not Kori’s thin dress pants.
“What’s Plan B?” Walter asked from his place in the shadows.
“You don’t want to know.” Kira’s eyes were glued on the basement stairs, and her ears strained for any so
