DANTE

The fire wasn't supposed to happen.

That was the first thing I registered when the eastern outbuilding went up, the clean controlled operation becoming something louder in the space of thirty seconds. Rafael's voice in my earpiece, terse and operational, telling me that two of Silas's guards had made it to the outbuilding before the perimeter closed and had made the decision that burning it was preferable to letting it be taken.

"Perimeter holds," Rafael said. "Nobody ...