Eighteen
Heron opened his garage, and Grace discovered that there was a private auto in it.
“Is this yours?” she asked. She touched the machine as if to be sure it was real. It wasn’t a plain standard-issued auto like the one she’d had before the explosion. A compact, economical auto. This was beautiful. A metallic blue, long, sleek and large enough for several people.
It must have cost more than both their living units and furnishings combined.
She’d forgotten about Tomas at her side. Heron had put a network blocker on the back of his neck, and if he tried anything, the man would be disarmed before any harm could be done. They’d decided to leave the accomplice unconscious for now. Better odds to have three against one.
Arjun, who was indeed proving to be the muscle in this situation,
