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This is what we do.
We don’t crash doors.
We dismantle.
A black SUV rolls into the lot.
Salazar steps out like he owns the world.
I don’t rush.
I wait.
He goes inside.
Ghost counts.
“Three minutes.”
For what?
“For him to feel safe.”
I breathe once.
Cold.
Controlled.
“Lyla?” I ask.
“There’s a woman at lower level. Storage room. Probably her. Two with her.”
“Alive?”
“Yes.”
Good.
“On your call,” Havoc says.
I watch the front door.
I imagine Violet standing there.
Alone.
Facing him.
My vision narrows.
“Now,” I say.
The back gate men don’t see Tank until he’s on them.
One goes down silent.
The other doesn’t get the chance to shout.
