Chapter 18 The Crack
- The guard’s voice hits the marble like a whip.
- “Hey! Hands where I can see—”
- Decker doesn’t flinch — bag half-zipped, shoulder braced toward the startled guard. Claude stumbles back, cheap scotch sloshing down his silk cuff. His eyes flick wild between the canvas and Ellerei’s calm smile that doesn’t reach her pulse.