Chapter 29 The Door

• The safehouse hums too quiet — the kind of silence that feels like it’s waiting for a fight.
• Bishop’s laptop hums on the table behind him, still stuck on that photo — the girl in white lace, the man’s hand clamped on her shoulder like a leash no one ever thought she’d slip.
• Knox stands in the hallway, thumb brushing the raw edge of the old plaster near her doorframe. Her door’s not locked. She never locks it. That’s her mistake — or her test. He doesn’t know which.