POV: Dominic

Luke touched my arm, pointed to a position to the left, held up three fingers for me to wait three minutes, then move on his signal. I nodded and I waited three minutes. I have never waited three longer minutes in my life. The padlock was dealt with by one of Dante’s team with a speed that suggested the lock’s expensiveness was not, in the end, adequate to the situation. The door opened and Luke went first, I was directly behind him.

The interior was lit by a single utility light, the kind you buy from a hardware store, battery-powered, functional. A room at the far end with...