“They’ve already made entry,” Claire said.

She pointed at the blinking blue marker on her dispatch map.

“María’s at the foot of the stairs.”

Through the headset, Claire heard the unmistakable sound of leather boots shifting on bare oak.

“Emily,” María’s voice came through the radio feed, calm and steady.

“Come down two steps so I can see you better.”

Thomas adjusted his watch strap again, yanking the leather tight against his skin until the metal buckle clicked.

“I’m asking you to get off my property right now,” Thomas said.