*Rowan*
I didn't tell her goodbye when I left.
She deserved the quiet of morning more than the storm I was about to unleash.
I stood for a moment by the desk, watching her getting ready to meet her friend at the airport, then she looked at me, knowing I was leaving to get things moving. She walked to me and hugged me, I kissed her forehead, then I walked out.
The car waited at the curb, engine humming low. Rafe was behind the wheel, but I didn't need him to look at me. Momo was right beside him, anxious and ready.
A Glock rested on the seat. Clean. Familiar. Mine.
I racked the slide once, checked the round. Routine. Ritual. Then I spoke for the first time since stepping out the door. “Where's the rat?"
Rafe's voice was as serious as my intentions. “Townhouse off Mercer. Four guards
