Does Ethan know where to go?”

“I’m meeting him downstairs in twenty minutes,” I said.

“He knows the plan.”

“Are you sure he’s going to follow your lead on this?” Chloe asked.

“He promised he would.”

Ryan stood by the sliding glass balcony door.

He wore a fresh white shirt, though he hadn’t bothered to put on a tie yet.

He watched me walk over to the bed.