The Note Under the Table
I had spent months learning to keep my alarm off my face.
For the first time, that terrible skill was worth something.
Chapter 5 — The Rose Garden
I said, brightly, that I’d love to finally see Blanca’s new rose garden before it got dark.
She was delighted; she loved being admired.
As she led me out the back and down the flagstone path, naming her cultivars, I texted Kai one word from inside my pocket. Ready.
I had noticed the keypad on the pedestrian gate at the edge of the property weeks ago — an old habit, noticing exits — and I had watched Dario punch in the code enough times to know it: 8-0-1-7.