Chapter 238: Six A.M.
DANTE
I had been getting up at six for solo sessions for fifteen years, before the protection detail. Before Chicago, and before Lincoln Park, before any of it. It started back when it meant nothing except quiet courts and a body that hadn't talked itself out of training yet. The habit didn't know about threat assessments or shift changes or the specific gap in coverage that existed between Reeve's overnight team standing down and the morning team arriving.
I didn't think t about the whole twice. Maybe I should have done. The facility lot was nearly empty at six. One other car, a maintenance truck near the side entrance. I parked my car, and grabbed my bag and alighted from the car. I walked toward the building.
There was a car I didn't know the owner. It was pare
