TWENTY-FOUR
TWENTY-FOUR “I’M PLEASED THAT YOU enjoyed it,” Zeus said as they entered the apartment the next night. All things considered, it hadn’t been a horrible evening. Nerves almost got the better of her early on. She’d never been part of a real op before—staying behind in a hotel room didn’t count. Neither did making a phone call. Worried about all that might go wrong, about what Styx would do if he was discovered, she’d struggled to pay attention. Zeus noticed but said something about her nerves being natural. At that point, she was more concerned with finishing the first glass of wine. Relaxing got easier after that. Her role was divert and distract. Styx was doing the hard part, searching the apartment for the vital keys. So much rode on him coming through for the greater good. As she an
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