It was three in the morning when Shen arrived at the Summers estate in full tactical gear, looking like a cross between James Bond and someone who'd watched too many YouTube tutorials on urban spelunking.
Ava stood in the foyer in a silk robe and a face mask. "You look like a divorced Batman."
"I am prepared," Shen declared, slinging a sleek black duffel over his shoulder. "Tonight, we unearth the truth. Also, I brought glow sticks."
"You are not going into my grandfather's wine cellar with explosives and enthusiasm."
Zach emerged behind her with a bowl of cereal. "Let him. If he falls into a booby trap, that's technically character development."
"I heard that," Shen snapped. "And I have a will."
Adelle, still recording for her podcast, peeked from behind a potted plant. "For legal reasons, I am just a documentary filmmaker."
Mateo, beside her, nodded. "And I'm emotional support."
"You're wearing a ninja costume," Zach pointed out.
