Sienna's P.O.V.

I wore the beacon in my shoe. That made Judge unhappy. Which helped.

"If you limp, I'm blaming the technology."

"You are not inside."

"I can still judge remotely."

"Appropriate road name."

He gave me a look. I smiled. Tiny. Then stopped. This was not f

Sienna's P.O.V.

The van turned right after forty-three seconds. Then left. Long straight. Railroad crossing. I knew because the floor changed beneath me. Three hard bumps. Metal vibration. Horn somewhere far enough away to matter. I counted. Not perfectly. Good enough. T

Sienna's P.O.V.

Police lights were ugly in unfinished hotel windows. Blue. Red. Dust. Plastic sheeting. Nothing cinematic. Just loud. I stayed where I was when the first officer reached the floor. Hands visible. Harlan already had his up. The woman too. Victor did not. Of cour