Eddy’s PerspectiveThe elevator hummed as it climbed. I kept my eyes on the floor numbers, reporting what I knew. “We’ve got a man stationed on the top floor. He can handle the girl.”Alexander didn’t respond. He just stood there, cigarette in hand, calm as a storm that hadn’t decided when to break.Then, without looking at me, he said, “Ava’s still upstairs.”The words hit harder than they should have. My throat tightened. I hadn’t thought about her in the equation. If that girl was armed or desperate, she could’ve been holding Ava hostage by now.I glanced at him. “You think the girl’s got her?”He exhaled smoke, eyes fixed on the glowing floor display. “If she does, it won’t matter.”That was it. No edge in his tone, no urgency—just cold certainty. Like he was talking about furniture, not a person.Something about that unsettled me. I’d always figured Ava mattered to him in some twisted way—he’d never said it, but the way he looked at her sometimes made it obvious. Now, though, I wa
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