5:45 AM. The sky was still dark, but Avery was already dressed.
She wore a dark, slim-fit overcoat to blend into the twilight. She slipped the bronze key Wenger had given her and her burner phone into her pocket. Her heartbeat thundered against her eardrums.
She cracked the bedroom door open with painstaking caution and peered out. At the end of the hallway, a guard in black was leaning against the wall, stifling a yawn. She ducked back into the room and held her breath for thirty seconds. When she looked again, the guard was heading toward the restroom.
Now.
Avery moved like a shadow against the wall, gliding past the stairs and the security room. Just as Drake had once let slip, Dominic was in the basement fighting pits at this hour.
Reaching the corner of the hallway, the side exit
