They had three days of peace.
Three days of sleeping without nightmares. Of eating meals at the farmhouse table with James and Greysen. Of watching the sun set over empty fields and pretending this could last forever.
The first day, Chen's debriefer came. A woman named Liu with a recorder and a notebook and endless questions.
Novalee told her everything. The penthouse layout—number of rooms, security cameras, elevator access. Atlas's name and role, his sister's leverage. The club where Dante had first cornered her. Names of other Blackwing members she'd seen or heard mentioned. Dante's patterns, his routines, the way he operated.
It took six hours. By the end, Novalee was exhausted and Liu had three notebooks full of intelligence.
"This is good," Liu had said. "Very good. Mr. Chen wil
