"Then who"— slumped forward, head between her knees, her hand a twitching spider on the floor. Sweat dripped to the concrete, dark hair in her peripheral vision. Another juddering pull of air, another summoning of depleted resources. Julia stood, silhouetted in the warehouse’s gloom, as Katz took hold of her right arm and raised his blade. Then the windows exploded, the shock wave showering her in razor-sharp fragments as she screamed— "sent SWAT in?"