He wore no helmet, no tactical vest. He stood tall in his dark grey wool coat, his hands resting loosely in his pockets, his sharp grey eyes staring straight through the glass at Chloe’s pale face. "Trap..." Chloe whispered, the word tasting like ash in her mouth. "It's a trap." She stepped back from the window, her hands shaking so hard she nearly dropped her pistol. Her mind raced wildly, spinning through every exit, every calculation, every lie she had told herself over the last three days. They knew I was coming, she realized with a cold, sickening jolt. They left the gate open. They invited me inside. "Keller!" Chloe screamed, turning toward the stairs. "Get down here! We need to take a hostage—" She stopped. On the ground floor landing, Keller stood with his hands raised high above his head. The three harbor guards had already dropped their crowbars and iron tools onto the marble floor. They stood with their palms flat against the wall, their faces pale with pure, unadult
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