"Don't touch it." Marcus was already there. Camera in hand. Photographing the symbol from multiple angles.

"What is it?" Sienna asked. Though she already knew. I had seen enough symbols. Enough markers. Enough threats.

"Old Syndicate. Territory marker. They used it to claim areas. Warn off rivals." Marcus crouched. Examined the paint. "Fresh. Maybe an hour old. Still tacky."

"Someone was here. Today. While we were inside."

"Yes."

Dante's jaw clenched. "The cameras. Did they catch anything?"

"I'll check. But if they knew how to avoid them, we might not have footage." Marcus stood. "This changes things. This isn't just talk anymore. Someone knows where you live. Know your routines....