RYANStepping out of the Henderson building was like falling out of a dream and hitting the pavement. Behind us lay the cooled, silent marble and the hushed arrogance of the elite; ahead was the sensory assault of midday, a wall of humid heat, the roar of transit, and the scent of baking asphalt.I felt Claire’s pace falter slightly as the sun hit her, but my focus was pulled elsewhere.Through the chaos of the sidewalk, a sound cut through the noise, a low, rhythmic purr that didn't belong to a taxi or a delivery truck. I knew that engine. It was a custom-tuned V8, the heart of my lead security detail’s armored sedan. I spotted it instantly: a black, light-devouring silhouette with windows so dark they looked like voids.The vehicle was creeping along the curb at a predator’s pace, locked onto the GPS signal in my pocket. They were waiting for the "extraction" signal I hadn't sent, their presence a silent, looming reminder of the world I had left behind.Beside me, Claire was jus
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