Sienna’s face hardened. “Then help me finish it.” Over the next six hours, Lily Thai became a ghost. She switched Sienna’s phone with a burner. She drove the Navigator to a chop shop in Van Nuys, paid the owner five hundred cash to repaint it matte gray. She called Mack, who rerouted the entire Limo Patrol fleet to create a moving screen of identical stretch SUVs across the city.
“Someone like the woman who drove the ambassador’s daughter out of Shanghai in a trunk.”
The Navigator lurched onto the service road. The SUV hesitated, then took the main exit. Lily smiled. “They’ll loop around. Pull into the Westin loading dock. Kill the engine. Kill the lights.” Limo Patrol - Lily Thai
They made Silverlake in eighteen minutes. The condo was a sleek glass box above a vegan bakery. Lily cleared the stairwell, the elevator, the hallway. Inside, she checked every closet, every window.
Lily looked at Sienna. “You knew. Last night wasn’t just an escape. It was an audition.” Sienna’s face hardened
But first—the wedding party.
“Patrol 7 en route. Keep the meter running.” She drove the Navigator to a chop shop
At dawn, they met Agent Park at a diner in Burbank. Park was a compact woman with knife-blade cheekbones and a voice like gravel. “Lily Thai. I heard you were scraping gum out of backseats.”