The call came at 6:17 a.m.
Denver was already awake, standing at the penthouse windows with a mug of black coffee, watching the city lighten in layers of gray and gold. His earpiece crackled once, then the ground team’s voice came through, clipped and urgent.
“Kane. We have movement. Two unmarked vehicles circling the block for the third time. One of them matches the description from the secondary threat board. Recommend immediate relocation.”
Denver didn’t waste time. He was in Ryan’s doorway thirty seconds later.
Ryan was still in bed, sheets tangled around his waist, hair a dark mess against the pillow. He blinked up at Denver, voice rough with sleep. “This better be good.”
“Get dressed. We’re leaving in five minutes. Pack only what you can carry.”
Ryan sat up, the sheet slipping
