Chapter Forty-Five
Nasira stepped into the Campbell Apartment, a neo-Florentine cocktail bar with a vividly hand-painted ceiling, stone fireplace and a lavish scarlet palette. Like the rest of Grand Central terminal it was still lit, although dimly, and a trickle of light bled in from the wall-sized stained-glass window behind the bar.
Nasira spotted the camera in the corner. If someone was watching this particular feed then she was busted. She didn’t have the time to circumvent one stupid camera. Everyone’s lives were hanging in the balance so this was a risk she had to take.
She spotted the mahogany balcony above and climbed the stairs. She ran her hand along the wall, pausing when something rippled through her. She traced it down to a cluster of cables fixed to the skirting. She foll
