“We’re counting on you.” Claus forced a smile. He dropped a note on the table. That’s how they can reach them.

The bar door swung shut behind them, muffling the chatter and clink of glasses. A cool gust swept across the empty street, carrying the tang of dust and petrol. Claus shoved his hands into his jacket pockets, jaw tight, eyes fixed on the shadows stretching ahead.

Mia slowed beside him, her brow furrowing. “You’re awfully quiet,” she said carefully.

Claus forced a smile ...