“Guv,” she said, breath fogging in the alley. “It’s Rainer. Carl’s dead. I’ve got the index. And I’ve got the passphrase.”
You’ve opened the index. Now you’re on the list. Row 33. Index Of Line Of Duty
She looked up. Across the diner, a man in a black coat was rising from his booth, hand moving toward his jacket. Marcus saw it too. “Guv,” she said, breath fogging in the alley
