Chapter 118 Shifting Pieces

• Ellerei slid into the backseat of the idling car, her body still humming with adrenaline from the tension in Rico Vantelli’s booth. The second the door shut, the weight of eyes hit her from every direction.
• Decker was behind the wheel, face unusually grim. Bishop sat shotgun, silent, tapping a pen against his thigh. Knox was already reaching back from the passenger seat, grabbing her hand and threading his fingers through hers.
• No one spoke for a full five seconds.