Chapter Fifty-Two
Grace and Chickenhead, clothed as police officers, moved into Concourse B. The greatest benefit of impersonating law enforcement was being able to conduct surveillance without attracting suspicion. It also meant you could go places you would otherwise be denied access. And that was about to work in their favor.
Grace stood on the underground train platform, intentionally placing herself next to a wall-mounted fire extinguisher. Chickenhead stood beside her, hands in pockets because she’d told him to. He was fidgeting with all that nervous energy and it was irritating her. The trains were automated, moving at regular intervals. She timed it on her watch. Ninety seconds between each train, give or take three seconds. She looked up as a new train arrived. The doors separat
