At 11:47 PM, Maeve stood in the lobby of Langston Tower.
The building was mostly dark, just emergency lighting and the glow from Carter's penthouse suite at the very top. The security guard recognized her, waved her through without question.
The elevator ride felt like ascending into a different reality. With each floor, she left more of her old life behind. By the time the doors opened onto Carter's private level, Maeve Wells the street vendor felt like a ghost.
Carter stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, still in his suit from this morning, looking out over the city lights. He didn't turn when she entered.
"Thirteen minutes to spare," he said quietly. "Cutting it close."
Maeve walked to stand beside him, looking out at Los Angeles sprawled below them like a glittering circuit boar
