Chapter 77 The Patch

• The door bangs open like a gunshot — Knox’s shoulder hitting it so hard the old hinges squeal before it slams against the wall.
• Bishop’s already halfway off the couch — laptop abandoned on the coffee table, the faint blue glow catching the hard edge of his jaw when he sees her.
• Decker’s behind him, eyes sharp under the old overhead bulb that flickers like it wants to keep up with the pulse hammering in the hush.