The safehouse used to be a dentist's office, three floors up from the street with boarded windows and a door Reyes had reinforced with a filing cabinet. Elena slept on a pile of exam-table cushions in the corner, finally out after two days without real rest. Marcus sat near her, watching her breathe, unable to make himself lie down yet.
Priya hadn't stopped working since they got in. She sat cross-legged on the floor, laptop balanced on her knees, the stolen files spread across three open windows.
"You should sleep," Marcus said quietly, not wanting to wake Elena.
"I will. Give me a minute." Priya scrolled through a spreadsheet, eyes narrowing at something. "Actually, come look at this."
Marcus eased up from the floor and crossed over, crouching beside her. "What am I looking at?"
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