Chapter Four
The close call happened on the fourth day.
Denver had resisted the idea of leaving the safe house at all, but Ryan had a video call that could not be delayed and the encrypted line inside the house kept dropping. The nearest secure location was a private office twenty minutes away, owned by one of Ryan’s holding companies and already swept by the ground team. Denver hated every part of it. Open roads. Public approaches. Too many variables.
They went anyway.
The drive was tense and silent. Ryan sat in the passenger seat of the nondescript sedan, watching the trees blur past, while Denver’s hands stayed locked on the wheel at precise ten-and-two. Every few minutes his eyes flicked to the mirrors. Ryan didn’t try to fill the quiet. After the hallway the night before, words fe
