sixKim updated Aniela, though there wasn’t a whole lot to tell, then politely stayed on the line and made small talk the rest of the way to Paris. The old woman was a powerhouse. If she wanted to sit and chat, then by God, Kim would sit and chat, because they needed her. It wasn’t a waste of time. Kim didn’t have a whole lot else to do, scrunched up there in the back of the little European car Zeb had claimed.
She spoke up when they were getting close to their destination, and Aniela let her hang up.
The building was nothing to write home about. A tunnel descended to an underground parking area, defended by a bored man in a booth who seemed to have to operate the barricade bar by hand. He let Zeb descend almost without looking. There was no way from the parking cave directly into the bui
