Chapter 48: The Final Call
The safe house was quiet at 0600. The kind of quiet that comes after a long night of planning and short sleep. Bella was still upstairs curled under the quilt breathing even. I had checked on her twice already once at 0400 once at 0530 just to hear her breathe to feel the small rise and fall under my palm when I rested it on her stomach. She had stirred the second time mumbled something about flan then drifted off again. I kissed her forehead and left her to rest.
Downstairs the kitchen table was covered in coffee mugs empty flan plates and the spread of blueprints we had been staring at for hours. Marcus was cleaning his rifle with slow precise movements. Rico was doing push ups in the living room silent rhythmic like he was burning off the leftover adrenaline
