Chapter 56 The Ghost

• The warehouse is too quiet — long shadows carved through old steel beams, stacks of crates wrapped tight in plastic that glitters under the yellow buzz of flickering bulbs.
• It’s an easy job — in and out, smooth. Something big coming in off the docks, something Bishop wants eyes on before they get paid to move it off the books.
• Knox stands just behind her — boots planted, arms folded, breath warm when he leans in to murmur, “Clock’s ticking, princess.”