Ava's POV
She didn't move.
The two men stood between her and the door and the badge was still out and the room was very quiet and she ran the calculation the way Leo had taught her to run it without knowing he was teaching her not by explaining it but by doing it in front of her, over and over, until it became a thing she could do too.
Options. She had the panic button, already pressed. She had a pen. She had a notepad. She had a window eight floors up that was not a real option. She had two men who had come through a hotel door without knocking and were asking her to go somewhere unnamed with someone unnamed.
She had Leo's voice in her head from six hours ago: If anything feels wrong, press it.
Already done.
"Show me the badge again," she said. "Slower."
The first man the one who had spoken extended it toward her without argument. She crossed to it, keeping the table between them, and looked at it properly this time.
