Dumped, Because His "HER" Is Back
"I just took the elevator power grid offline. The building is on emergency lights. I’m coming for you, Eve. Marcus, suppressive fire on the north side! I want their eyes on the street, not the basement!"
I stood up, my legs shaking. The basement was a labyrinth of steam pipes and shadows. I pulled my ceramic blade, the weight of it a small comfort. I needed to move, but as I reached the heavy steel door leading to the parking garage, it hissed open.
I raised the blade, ready to strike, but I froze.
Arthur Blackwood stood there. He wasn't wearing his tuxedo jacket anymore, and he held a sleek, suppressed submachine gun with the casual grace of a man who had spent decades killing. He wasn't ac