Driving the stolen Westwind back to the Sheraton, Modal groused about leaving his bike behind, but Sly knew he was just blowing off steam. He understood as well as she did that going back to pick up the bikes would be too much of a risk. She’d wondered idly whether Mongoose had ever made it out of the killing zone. She’d have to call Argent when she got a chance to update him on what went down. And to tell him that at least one of his boys wasn’t coming home.