Luca's POV
Marco was already at the window before I could move.
"Don't," I said. "She'll see you."
He stepped back. "She's positioned at the main entrance. One man on the east side of the building. Probably another we can't see." He looked at me. "She's not here to talk."
Maya stood in the middle of her kitchen holding her phone with both hands. She wasn't panicking. That was the thing about her that had always stopped me cold. She got very still when things got bad, like she was conserving something.
"There's a service exit," she said. "Through the laundry room in the basement. The door opens onto the side street."
"You know your building's exits?"
"I'm a single mother in New York. Yes, I know my building exists." She was already moving toward Aria's room. "Give me ten minutes."
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