Page 54 of Shadow Of Sin

Gavin walks through the room with a sandwich on a plate and stops behind her chair. “How’s it going?”

“Fine,” she says without looking up.

“You want a sandwich?”

“No.”

“They’re really good. Italian cold cuts on Tony’s sourdough.”

“Who’s Tony?” she asks.

“My brother’s chef. Well, technically, the family’s chef. He makes this thing with prosciutto and⁠—”

“Gavin.” She still doesn’t look up. “I’m working. Not eating.”

“Right. Yeah. Cool.” He takes a bite of his sandwich, backs away, and leans against the wall, still watching her screen. “Is that a security rotation schedule?”

“Yes.”

“For which building?”

“The one on Federal Street.”

“You think that’s the one Dmitri’s probably going to hit?”

Now she looks up. “Yeah. That’s the one.”

“Sick.” He takes another bite. “You’re kind of scary, you know that?” he mumbles through his chewing.

“I’ve been told.”

He grins and wanders out. Eva turns her attention back to the data on her screen. But I catch the tiniest twitch at the corner of her mouth. She liked that. She won’t admit it, but she liked being called scary by a Molloy who has no idea what to do with a woman who isn’t impressed by his last name.

Ronan comes in about twenty minutes later. He stands behind Eva the way he stands behind everyone. He hovers close enough to see her screen, far enough to remind you he’s watching. Eva doesn’t flinch. She doesn’t adjust her posture or her keystrokes. She just keeps working like the head of a crime family isn’t breathing down her neck.

I respect the hell out of that.

“What have you found?” Ronan asks.

“Three buildings have overlapping vulnerabilities in their security schedules,” she says. “There are gaps in coverage that line up with the dates on Renaldi’s calendar. Two of them are in the Financial District. One’s in Back Bay.”

“Which one is the most likely target?”

“Back Bay. It’s the only one where the security gap coincides with a known meeting between Renaldi and an outside contractor. If Dmitri wanted a window where the building is most exposed, and the one person who’d notice is occupied with something else, that meeting is it.”

Ronan looks at Lochlan. Lochlan nods once.

“When?” Ronan asks.

“Based on the calendar, the gap opens in eight days.”

“Eight days.” Ronan’s jaw tics. He turns to me. “Can we confirm this?”

“Her analysis matches what I’ve already been tracking on my own,” I say. “This seems like his big play.”

“So we have eight days to set a response.”

“Or we let him walk into a trap,” Eva interjects.