Julia Tower was the brain at the center of her late brothers operation, and with him gone, there was no one to apply the brakes to her ambition or restrain her psychotic enthusiasm for backstage world domination, or whatever evil scheme was currently sparking across her synapses.
No one deserves to be tied to Julia Tower. Not even the assholes. And if we actually managed to take down the Tower syndicate, one human brick at a time, no one would benefit more than the people I worked with. So lets go make this asshole a free man.
Kenni squeezed my handas good as a smile in the darkand I tugged her forward one step. Two.
Then the room around us changed.
The air tasted different at Meghans childhood home. Cleaner, with an antiseptic aftertaste that told me she was a much better housekeeper than anyone living at our hideout.
Meghans bathroom was colder, too, and the tiles sounded different beneath my bootsharder, and more echoey than the linoleum in the house we were renting under a false name.
Kenley released my hand and flipped a switch on her side of the wall, and soft light from one of those old-fashioned round bulbs lit the bathroom with a yellowish glow. Everything here was a little older. The tub was porcelain, standing on claw feet, and the rest of the house had real hardwood floors. Tongue and groove. Not that we could see much it from the bathroom, because the rest of the house was dark.
Unease crawled across my back. Why was the rest of the house dark?
Stay here, I mouthed to Kenley, and she nodded, eyes wide. She could feel the wrongness, too.
I stepped into the hall and the floor creaked beneath my feet.
Kris? Olivia called, and the pain in her voice triggered alarms like bolts of electricity shooting through me.
Liv! Kenley cried, and I was so busy trying to hold her back that my brain didnt process what else Olivia had said until it was too late. Until Kenley had already pulled free from my grasp and was halfway down the hall, her shoes squeaking on those hardwood floors.
Run! Olivias frantic shout ended abruptly, then echoed in my head as a hand shot out from a bedroom on the left side of the hall.
Kenley screamed as the hand dragged her into the room, pulling her right off her feet. I charged into the bedroom an instant later, my gun drawn, and nearly ripped the light switch out of the wall as I flipped it. Bright light flooded the unused bedroom, but I was too late. They were already gone.
Kenley! I shouted as I threw open the closet door and checked under the bed, just in case. But no amount of screaming my little sisters name would bring her back.
Furious, and more scared than I could ever remember being, I raced out of the room and down the hall in the direction of Olivias shout, but my footsteps went silent the moment I stepped into the living room.
I froze, trying to puzzle out the problem. Trying to hear around the sudden, unnatural silence.
Wallace.
I said his name aloud as the realization sank in, but though I could feel the rumble of air being forced over my vocal chords, they made no sound. Or, rather, the sound they made was swallowed before it could be heard.
That same silence swallowed my roar of frustration.
The lights were off in the living room, just like in the rest of the house, but the drapes were open and the light shining in from the street was enough to illuminate Olivia, hunched on the floor with one hand pressed against her bloody temple. A man knelt behind her, the barrel of his gun pressed into the back of her head.
Olivia was saying something. No, she was shouting something, but I couldnt hear her. Wallacethe human Silencerwouldnt let me hear her. But her point was obvious.
This was a trap.
My teeth ground together and my finger tensed on the trigger of my gun.
Where is she? I shouted, but no sound came out. Where the hell is my sister?
Wallace only smiled at me, one half of his face shrouded in shadow.
I aimed at his head, and my gun made no sound as I clicked off the safety.
Olivia shouted harder, shaking her head, her face red with the effort, but Wallace didnt look worried. He wasnt prepared to actually shoot Olivia, because he didnt think Id pull the trigger. He kept not-thinking that until the moment I shot him in the forehead, and his brains sprayed the wall at his back.
The first thing I heard was the thunk of his body hitting the floor.
Olivia gasped, and the sound was as sharp as a scream after such heavy, unnatural silence. She scrambled away from the dead man and stood, gaping at me. You could have hit me, you asshole!
Give me a little credit, Liv. I hadnt missed anything Id aimed at in the past decade. Kori learned to shoot from me. Remember?
Kenley? Liv grabbed a dusty white doily from the nearest end table and pressed it to her bleeding forehead.
They got her. Dragged her out through the shadows, right in front of me. My baby sister was gone, and I felt her absence like a gaping hole in my own heart. Id lost her, but I would damn well get her back. Was it the Tower bitch?
Thats my guess. She stomped into the kitchen and started rooting around under the sink, presumably looking for bleach, or something else that would destroy the blood shed spilled to keep it from being used against her.
I popped the clip from the grip of my gun and replaced the spent round with an extra from my pocket. Something told me I was going to need them all. Where would they take her?
No idea. Cam might know. Or Kori. Because theyd both served in the Tower syndicate.
Olivia already had her phone out, but she looked up when I pulled the drapes closed in the living room, blood boiling in my veins. Where are you going? she demanded a second before I would have stepped into the darkness.
To get Kenley. I wasnt sure what the Towers had done to Kori when she was locked up, but I could not let that happen to Kenni. Tell the others Ill be right back. Then I stepped into the shadows, leaving Olivia gaping at the space Id just vacated.
A single step later, my foot hit the floor in Jake Towers darkroom. Only now it was Julia Towers darkroom. Id never been there beforethe one time Id been in Towers house, Id come in through the basement, after Kori shot a hole in the infrared grid built into the ceilingbut Id mentally scouted it out a million times in the past six years. Every time Id briefly considered simply charging into the heart of Towers empire and demanding my sisters freedom.
Id never been stupid enough to actually go through with such an asinine plan.
Until now.
For the span of four heartbeats, I stood alone in the enemys darkroom, breathing. Thinking. Steeling myself. If I pressed the intercom button, the man in the security control room would see me with the infrared camera mounted in one corner of the ceiling. Then hed press a button, and toxic gas would be pumped in through one of the vents overhead. Id die in a pool of my own blood. Or vomit. Or both.
So instead, I felt for the light switch by the doorthank you, Kori, for the inside informationand flipped it up. Light flooded the tiny room from a fluorescent strip overhead.
The monitor built into the wall buzzed to life and a mans face appeared on the screen, frowning at me.
The monitor built into the wall buzzed to life and a mans face appeared on the screen, frowning at me.
I shot the monitor.
I shot the camera in the corner of the ceiling.
Then I turned away from the door without compromising my aim and shot the door lockabsent knobonce, twice. On the third try, as the hiss of air overhead told me my extermination had begun, the lock exploded and shrapnel sprayed my jacket, but the lack of pain told me none of the metal pieces had penetrated the leather. The door swung open two inches.
The alarm sounded as I stepped into the hall, scraping the insides of my skull raw while I tried to remember everything Kori had ever told me about the layout of Towers house.
Second floor. Employees wing. To the left are unused bedrooms and the path to the family wing.
I turned left, just as two men rounded the corner toward me, guns drawn. I squeezed off two shots, and both men went down with blood roses blooming on their abdomens. I could have shot again, but they were no threat, bleeding on the floor, and Id probably need all my ammo.
To the right, the stairs lead to the foyer, my sister said in my memory.
I turned right and jogged down the stairs while the alarm repeatedly skewered my brain, and I took out two more guards on my way down. Id aimed to disable, not kill, but I had no time to check my accuracy. By the time I hit the floor, doors were flying open. People were pouring into the two-story foyer.
My heart thumping in my ears, and on the lookout for more guards, I scanned the shocked, growing crowd, but didnt find the face I was looking for. Julias.
Everyone over there! I shouted over the alarm, directing Towers confused employees away from the front door, toward the atrium at the center of the house, its entrance nestled between the two mirror-image staircases.
Startled men and women in suits followed my directions, but most of them didnt look truly scared. They saw guns on a daily basis, and once the rest of the security team arrived, I would be both outnumbered and outgunned.
Wheres Julia Tower? I demanded. No one answered, but several people glanced at a frosted-glass door to my left. The only one that hadnt opened when the alarm went off.
I backed toward the closed door, adrenaline pumping through my veins, still aiming at the small crowd, but before I could reach for the knob, the door swung open on its own.
Inside, three women stared out at me in various stages of shock, fear and anger. I recognized Lynn Tower immediately, her hand still on the doorknob, and I dismissed her almost as quickly. She wasnt a threat, nor would she have the information I needed.
Julia stood behind the desk, telephone in hand, halfway to her ear.
I aimed at her, and she froze.
Wheres my sister? I shouted, still competing with the alarm, but Julia only smiled. She knew I couldnt kill her until I had the information Id come for.
Then the third woman turned in front of the desk to look at me, blocking my aim at Julia. Her eyes were wide and green, her features delicate. She held her hands out at her sides, showing me she was unarmed.
Whats the problem? She rounded the chair slowly to stand in front of me and the yellow scarf draped loosely over her shoulders caught my gaze and refused to let go. Who are you looking for?
I could hardly hear her over the alarm, and my brain didnt process a single thing shed said, because in my mind, I heard another voice, speaking to me from my own past.
Take the woman in the yellow scarf.
Someone, somewhere pressed a button, and the alarm died, though it still echoed deep inside my head.
Why dont you put the gun down, and we can work this out, the woman in the scarf said, slowly walking toward me. She looked scared, but calm. Determined.
Sera Lynn Tower backed away as the woman in the scarf approached.
Sera. The woman in the yellow scarf.
Its okay, Sera said, and I backed away from her in shock, one step for each of hers, my gun aimed right at her. But I wouldnt shoot her. I couldnt. I needed her, though I wasnt sure why. Was she supposed to help me get Kenley back? Was she a hostage? An informant? A lieutenant in the Tower army?
Was that even possible for someone so young?
Freeze! someone shouted, and I looked up to find three of Towers guards aiming large guns at me from the center of the foyer.
My guts twisted into knots while I waited for gunfire, and there was nothing for me to do but hold my aim. This was a fools errand from the beginning, but I wasnt fool enough to let go of my gun.
Stop! Sera yelled, and the men hesitated, confused. Hes looking for someone. Theres no reason for this to get any bloodier.
I recognized her tone. Gentle and patronizing. That was the voice youd use to talk a man down from a ledge. A crazy man.
Shoot him! Julia yelled from inside her office, heedless of the fact that I was still aiming at Sera, and the men raised their weapons.
No! Sera turned on Julia. Tell them to drop their weapons. Please!
Julia scowled, and her anger was like black clouds rolling over the sunI felt like I should duck before I got struck by lightning. Julia Tower didnt take ordersshe gave them.
But then she spoke, clearly enough for everyone to hear. Put down your guns!
The men obeyed instantlyso fast it was almost comicalsquatting to set M16s on the ground at their feet, their faces fixed in identical masks of confusion.
Sera turned back to me. Give me your gun, and you can go home.
Surely she lacked the authority to back up a promise like that. Julia held all the power in Towers territory. But if that was true, why had Julia ordered her men to stand down at the request of a woman little more than half her age?
The girl in the scarf had gutsI had to give her that.
Or maybe she was just trying to disarm me, so I couldnt shoot her when they shot me.
Sera held out her hand for my gun.
I glanced at the disarmed guards. Then I glanced at Julia and Lynn Tower, watching us both from inside the office, one nervous, one furious. Then I glanced to my right, and saw the open storage closet a few feet away, where a housekeeper had been digging for supplies when Id come down the stairs waving my gun.
Instead of giving Sera my pistol, I grabbed her hand and pulled her with me into the closet.
She screamed, and I threw the door shut.
Kill him! Julia shouted.
No! Lynn screeched.
I fired twice into the ceiling, killing both the visible and the infrared lights at once. Then, as the first bullets ripped through the closet door, I pulled Sera into the shadows with me.
I took the woman in the yellow scarf.
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Sera
His eyes were a pale bluish gray. They were the first things I noticed after Lynn Tower opened the office door over my aunts protest.
The next thing I noticed was his weapon, and the two men bleeding on the marble tile in the foyer. Bile rose to my throat at the sight of so much blood pooling on the floor, and brutal memories tried to surface, but I shook them off. None of the bystanders were hurt. Hed only shot people whod aimed guns at him.