Alice shivered on the street corner as the sun rose, its pale fire pushing through the clouds as she called in a Hopper. She thought about Xavi. She couldn’t, wouldn’t, let herself end up back on the streets, but she was no murderer either. This was an FBI investigation, so she had to work with him, but that didn’t mean she had to be complicit. She made up her mind—partner with him for now—but the moment they had a suspect, she’d tell Toko, make sure there was an arrest, not a body.