The silence inside the Geneva vault fractured the moment Serena closed the file.
Daniel paced behind her, nerves raw. “He knows.”
“I know,” she said quietly.
Elsa—the vault curator—stepped into the room, her sharp features unreadable.
“I just received an alert from the perimeter security feed. Unmarked vehicles are parked across the street. They’re not local.”
Serena stood immediately. “How long do we have?”
“Ten minutes if they’re watching. Five if they’re not.”
Daniel swore under his breath. “We’re not getting out the front.”
Elsa handed Serena a velvet pouch. “Take the drive. And this—an encrypted transponder. Analog broadcast. No trace.”
Serena took it with a nod. “How do we get out?”
Elsa’s mouth twitched. “You’re not the first to use this vault as an exit plan.”
She led t
