“Maren.”
“No.” Her voice stayed quiet, but there was steel in it. “You made Juni a promise that you’ll bring me home. I’m holding you to it. But she also made me promise something later that I’m keeping.”
“Yeah?”
“That I bring you home, too.”
That almost broke him.
He looked back at the road because there was no room for the image of Juni’s pinkie hooked around his.
“All right,” he said. “Then we both follow the plan.”
“Okay.”
“And if I put you behind me, you stay behind me.”
“I’m very good at hiding behind large men when required.”
Despite everything, a laugh tried to punch out of his chest.
He swallowed it down.
Elissa’s voice came through the speakers again. “I just picked up Carr’s vehicle entering the structure. Dark gray Lexus. Level four. It’s her driving.”
“Any passengers?” Colin asked.
“Not that I can see. Dammit! I just lost her between two cameras, because apparently whoever designed this garage was actively trying to annoy me in the future.”
“Dekker knows the cameras,” Colin said.
“Yeah. That would be my guess. Okay, there she is. She parked near the northeast corner. Watchtower, I have you across the street, confirm.”
“Confirmed. Concealed across the street,” Malcolm said. “I’ve got eyes on the garage entrance. No visual on Dekker.”
“That doesn’t mean he’s not there,” Colin said.
“No,” Malcolm agreed. “It means he’s better at this than most people.”
Great. Fantastic. Exactly what I wanted to hear while driving the woman I love into the place her twin was murdered.
Maren’s fingers tightened around the envelope in her lap. Then she undid the string and opened the flap. She pulled out a long white envelope.
“There’s one thing I’m not turning over under any circumstances.” She held up the envelope. “This is addressed to me from Mira.”
So she did know Maren would be the one to finish it. Damn her.
“That’s fine,” Elissa said. “We’ll be going through everything and making copies before Carr gets her mitts on a single thing.”
The garage came into view at the end of the block—concrete, four levels, open sides. Vehicles parked in shadows. A bright San Diego afternoon outside and a man-made cave waiting inside.
Colin hated it on sight.
“Switching to comms.” Colin disconnected and activated the tiny comm in his ear. “Hailstorm here.”
“Ironman.”
“Watchtower.”
