PROLOGUE The relative quiet of the dim parking garage was a jarring contrast to the fight going on outside. Baroness wasn't quite sure whether the buzzing she heard was a result of the fluorescent lights overhead or just her ears trying to adjust. It was disorienting, but she didn't dare lower her weapon even for a second. She saw Bennett enter through the upper level; if they went for a car, they couldn't escape without going past her. Her eyes darted around the space as she quietly moved deeper into the garage, looking for any stairs or access points. As the buzzing started to subside, Baroness also trained her ears to listen for any soft footsteps that might reveal where Bennett had gone. He was a good spy, she had to admit, but he'd gotten sloppy. He'd made some mistakes leading up to this point, so it wasn't unreasonable to hope that he'd clunk around in his expensive dress shoes while she very quietly slipped about in her soft-soled flats.