Chapter 56

Lyon stepped off the plane, barely feeling the ground beneath his feet. The cool breeze brushed his face, but it didn't calm anything he was feeling.

He pulled his phone out from his pocket, he dialed Martins’ number, his hand trembling slightly.

“Where are you?” Lyon’s voice was tight, sharp, cutting through the noise of the bustling airport. His eyes darted around, scanning the crowd.

“Right outside. I’m here.” Martins’ voice was steady but had that edge of urgency.

Lyon pushed through the throngs of people.

The noise, the movement, all of it was a blur. He didn’t stop until he spotted Martins near the car, waving with...