"No alarms," Nico said, cutting the engine.
"If we trigger the siren, he runs," Mara said.replied
"Exactly." Nico opened his door. "He knows the raid happened. By now, he probably knows it failed."
They stepped out into the quiet afternoon. The scene here was different from the industrial north side. The Ferrante estate was clean and silent, completely unaware of the blood that had just been spilled for it.
Nico pulled out his secure phone.
"Two men to the east wing corridor," he said quietly into the receiver. "No radios. No noise. Block the staff exits."
He hung up and looked at Mara. "Stay behind me."
"Always," she replied.
They walked in through the heavy steel service door. The east wing was only for administrative staff. The hallways were lined with thick carpets that absorbed the sound of their footsteps.
"Which office?" Mara asked softly.
"The third on the left," Nico said. "The logistics hub."
They reached the heavy wooden door. It was slightly ajar.
