Conrad.

The bike rolled to a stop in front of Unit 14. Engine cut out. For a second the whole street went quiet enough that I could hear frost cracking on Doran’s windshield.

“Atlas, front window,” I said. “Don’t shoot unless I say.”

“And if he shoots first, sir?”

“Then you’ve got my permission to be annoyed.”

Behind me Skylar’s mother had already grabbed her bag and was halfway to the back door. Skylar stepped into her path.

“Please,” she said. “Ten ...