The first thing Ava noticed when the car stopped was the silence.Not the absence of sound, Geneva was never silent, but the engineered quiet around the museum's east entrance. Traffic had been redirected by invisible hands, cars flowing down alternate streets without knowing why. Pedestrian flow slowed by subtle barricades that looked decorative, wrought iron and planters that said urban renewal rather than controlled access . Even the streetlights seemed brighter here, bleaching the pavement in sterile white, the illumination of interrogation rooms disguised as public safety.Rowan stepped out first.He didn't look back at her immediately. He scanned. The habit was older than their partnership, forged in places where the first glance was vulnerability and the second was often too late. His eyes moved across facades, windows, reflections in glass, the geometry of threat assessment learned through necessity rather than instruction.Ava followed, heels touching stone, coat falling per
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