“Because if you want him alive tomorrow, bring Grant’s lockbox to the McKinley cellar.”
The call ends.
I scan the dark street.
Windows.
Rooftops.
Parked vehicles.
Someone saw us.
Someone is watching right now.
Mara reaches for her weapon.
I catch her hand.
She looks at me.
I know exactly what she's about to say.
“No.”
Her eyes narrow.
“I didn't say anything.”
“You were about to.”
I almost smile.
Almost.
Then I look back into the darkness.
Someone watched me kiss Mara.
Someone knows exactly where we are.
And tomorrow—
They want Grant’s box.
17
MARA
“Did you enjoy kissing Doc?”
The words keep replaying in my head.
Not because Robert Vance saw us.
Not because he wants Grant’s lockbox.
Because of what he said next.