Chapter 223

MARCO ROLLED THE HARLEY into the alley between a café and a bakery a couple miles away from Fiona's house. Ghost wasn't going to like this.

He left the bike parked out of the way and went into the café through the back, then up a flight of stairs to the space overhead.

It was the closest available space they could get on short notice in her neighborhood.

"Ghost, it's me," Marco said loudly.

He waited for a count of three, unlocked the apartment door, and stepped through, ignoring the man with a gun aimed at his head. The space was a single room. The landlord rented it to illegal aliens. Except for now it was theirs.

"I could have shot you," Ghost said without inflection.

"Yeah, well, you didn't. Here." Marco handed the transmitter over. "I'm going to get her out of there. Can you handle the security system?"

"Of course." Ghost sat down at the table shoved into the corner and peered at the bit of tech. "Dare I ask what this is?"