Before she could make her triumphant exit, the guard perked again, concern flickering over his stoic face while my heart thudded in response to what we'd just heard. I almost missed the black-clad man's sudden whisper to Fiona, her flash of a scowl in the turmoil of my fear.

Instead, I let my mind-threatening to descend into panic and despair-latch onto the word his mouth formed as he leaned toward his boss. Intruder.

Had Liz found us?

Fiona spun back toward ...