(Noah)
Safe house two sat behind a row of closed storage units and looked like nothing worth remembering. That was why it worked. I pulled in through the side gate and waited until Roan closed it behind us. Then I drove around back where the cameras didn’t face the street.
Pierce stayed quiet beside me, one hand still on the folder like it mattered more than anything else. The other rested near where his gun used to be, but he didn’t reach for it again. He knew better now. He noticed when I looked at him.
“I want that back,” he said.
“I know.”
“That wasn’t a request.”
“Neither was taking it.”
He looked away after that, annoyed but not pushing it. That told me enough about where his head was now. He was adjusting, not resisting. That made him easier to work with.
Roan opened the rea
