"Come alone, without a trace. Trust no one. I’ll be waiting at the old warehouse near the north dock. Seven o’clock."

That was the last message Vania received from Devandra, just hours after his soft voice faded at the end of the call. Her heart hadn't settled since. Her fingers clutched her phone tightly, as if his voice might return at any moment.

Vania sat in the bedroom, trying to act normal. Revaldo was in the shower. This was her only chance.

She walked to the closet, pulling ...