The safe house was a basement apartment on the edge of the city. It was small and damp and had one window that looked out at somebody's trash cans. Borealis found it through some old resistance contact. Cash only, no questions asked.
We had been there for six hours. Maja was asleep on a couch that smelled like mildew. I sat by the door. Caiman was by the window. Elena was at the table with Borealis, going through what we had left.
Which was not a lot.
"The bank is blown," Elena said. "Even if we could get back in, they are going to have tripled security by now."
"There is another way." Borealis did not look up from his pad. "Vogler had a home office. We did not get a chance to search it."
"That place is probably crawling with cops and corporate people by now."
"Not the office. The sa
