She didn't move. "I don't know that name."
She turned her phone over in her palm. No signal. Of course. The alley had been dead air since she arrived. Jamming tech wasn't cheap, but the men she was running from had bottomless pockets. They owned judges, cops, and at least two colonels she knew of. Skyla had no one. Just a fake ID, a dying phone battery, and a scar on her ribs from the last time she got too close to the truth. skyla novea abella danger
She crouched down, wiped the blade on the man's sleeve, and stood. "Tell Roque something for me." She didn't move
The figure emerged from the rain—a man in a hoodie, hands in his pockets, head down. Too tall to be her contact. Too casual. Of course
But Skyla Novea Abella wasn't running anymore.
"Who sent you?"