(Noah)
I left the compound mid morning.
Dante had everything he needed from me and the men had their instructions. Watch the route, track the timing, report back before anything moved. Nobody acted without my word. That was the standing order and every man in that room knew what it meant when I said it.
I rode back through the city with my head clearer than it had been the night before. That was what the compound did for me when I needed it. It pulled my focus back to what was real and what required action and what could wait. By the time I crossed back into the part of the city where the apartment was I felt like myself again.
I parked and took the helmet off and went inside.
The lobby was quiet. The doorman nodded. I crossed to the elevator and pressed the button and stood back and
