Kieran had been awake since four.Not because of the twins — though they'd been busy all night, pressing against his ribs like they were trying to rearrange furniture — but because the Sun City security plan had three gaps he didn't like and his brain refused to let him sleep until he'd patched all of them. He'd been lying in the dark at Maya's apartment running the Belmont Hotel floor plan in his head, reassigning the two-man perimeter team, moving the secondary exit coverage fifteen feet south to close the blind corner near the service entrance.By five he'd given up on sleep entirely. By six he had a revised plan printed and annotated. By seven he was dressed, had kept actual food down for the first time in four days — half a piece of toast, which Maya was treating like a personal victory — and was out the door with his gear bag and a thermos of weak tea that was the only thing his stomach would currently agree to.Nine weeks. He'd looked it up again last night at two in the morning
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