Elijah Vega.
“Palo?” My voice scrapes the air.
I stretch over the bed to find her, but I end up groping empty air. There’s a hum in my bones and I hear it.
Footsteps. This is not the usual shuffle of the guys downstairs or a light click of Paloma’s socks. This is a formation. I’m upstairs, but it’s clear that this is not one or two men. That specific rhythm of movement tells me they’re trained.
I rise and walk to the wall. The scanner flashes green the second it senses me, and the false panel shifts with a hiss. Cold vapor bursts out first before the vault slides open, and my guns reveal themselves. I grab two Glocks...one for each hand and start heading for the stairs.
At the foot of it stands Michael.
Michael is next assistant if Enid is dead or dying.
I look past him and see Re
