“No, you won’t,” Rory snorts.
Savannah pulls her hands away from Rory, placing them on her hips. “Try me.”
He smirks, grabbing Savannah by the waist and sealing their bodies together. Savannah gasps at the contact.
“Not now, asshole,” I snap at Rory.
Rory frowns in my direction. “But there’s always time for sex.” When neither Luke nor I laughs at his joke, he concedes. “Okay, okay. Fine.”
Rory removes the blindfold from Savannah’s face. She blinks, taking in the new equipment in the corner.
Savannah’s eyes widen as she glances back and forth between us and the computer. “Oh my God! What…How did…Is this for me?”
“All yours,” I confirm, and Savannah’s smile turns bright.
Luke steps forward, motioning toward the hardware. “It’s running parallel processors, has enterprise-grade CPUs, and contains enough RAM to hold entire datasets.”
Savannah runs her hand across the keyboard. “But…Why?”
Luke shrugs. “The Circuit is all the way in Chinatown. We don’t like the idea of you using the subway, so we brought The Circuit to you.”
“And…” Rory drags out the word as he hands me a plain cream file folder.
Savannah scans the file's contents. “Who’s Warren Pike?”
“He’s accused of molesting his daughter,” I explain, “but his case was just thrown out of court this morning.”
“What happened?” Savannah’s face turns hard.
My jaw tightens. “Insufficient evidence.”
Savannah looks back at the file, giving the papers a more thorough read. She snaps the file closed as she finishes, setting it down on the desk. “When do we leave?”
“As soon as you’re ready,” Rory replies.
“But first,” Luke interjects, “you’ll need these.” He tosses Savannah a duffel bag packed with her things.
Savannah pauses. “What about Hollis?”
“We gave him the night off,” Rory answers.
Savannah nods and smiles at the contents and strolls into my private bathroom to change. While she gets changed, we do the same. This trip is just as much for us as it is for her.
When Savannah comes out of the bathroom, she’s dressed in the black cargo pants and black athletic jacket we picked out for her. Her waist is loaded with her knives and hair tied back in a ponytail. Her face lights up when she sees our attire.
“We’re matching,” Savannah gushes.
“Rory’s idea,” I admit.
We take the giddy Savannah and head to the parking garage, where we climb into my Audi S8. I drive us to Warren’s building on the Upper East Side.
“A little different from what I’m used to,” Savannah comments as she stares up at the tower of condos.
I park the car around the corner. “We figured Brooklyn had gotten enough of the Avenging Angel. It’s time for Manhattan to feel her wrath.”
“What do you think?” Rory asks Savannah.
She wraps her fist around the hilt of her blade. “Let’s do it.”
