Chapter 24 The Name

• The job’s supposed to be routine — a private black-tie auction tucked in a half-restored theater near the river. Easy in, easy out: slip the real ledger from the back room, swap it for a doctored fake, take the client’s money, vanish like the ghosts they pretend to be.
• Ellerei stands at the war table with Bishop flicking through scanned guest lists. Decker’s boots squeak soft as he tests the weight of the new lock cutters. Knox leans half-lazy against the wall — arms folded tight, eyes half on her and half on the map Decker keeps pinning with fresh red thumbtacks.
• No alarms.