The safehouse was a converted storage unit three miles from anywhere Voss's people would think to look, and Boyd unlocked it with the particular caution of someone who'd used it before for reasons she didn't explain."Task force runs out of here when we don't trust our own precinct's walls," she said, flipping on a single work light that left most of the room in shadow. "Which lately is most of the time."No third favor to Odette tonight. Dorian had made that call walking here, watching Reyes wince with every step, deciding the debt he already carried was heavy enough without adding a stranger's protection to the pile.Reyes sank into a folding chair, one hand still pressed against his bandaged shoulder. "How many people know about this place?""Two. Me and someone I trust enough to still be breathing." Boyd pulled a laptop from a duffel bag and set it on a card table that had seen better decades. "Which is more than I can say for most of my department."Nadia spread her folder across