And then Nita was running, Kovit yanking her along. They sprinted back down the office hallway, nearly crashing into a glass door they could barely see before they got to the stairwell. Nita grabbed the door handle and yanked the massive metal monstrosity open in a single sharp motion. They ducked under the FIRE EXIT sign and pelted down the stairwell, round and round, feet slamming on the concrete stairs.

It would probably have been faster to use the elevators, but Nita didn’t want to get caught in them. If they froze or the power was cut, she and Kovit would be trapped, sitting ducks in a metal box.

The alarm blared, and Nita was near frantic by the time they reached the bottom of the stairs. They burst out the side door and ran for the street, hoping security hadn’t reached them yet and that they still had time to vanish among the crowds enjoying the evening in Puerto Madero.

The air outside was warm and muggy, even in the darkness of evening, and the sound of tourists chattering and the excited music of a violinist busking whispered through the air.

Nita grabbed Kovit’s hand and tugged him toward the water and the bridges that crossed over to reach the rest of Buenos Aires. The sound of an overpowered car engine roared closer, and a massive four-by-four shrieked toward the building, followed by several more.

Kovit swore, and the two of them sprinted for the safety and anonymity of the tourist sector. Surely they’d be safe with witnesses. Tácunan Law wouldn’t want to get the police involved.

They reached the main seawall and quickly vanished into the crowds.

She glanced back once and saw the men going into the building through the front door. She let out a long breath. They’d gotten away in time.

Beside her, Kovit’s shoulders relaxed a little. He lifted his head and grinned at her, and she smiled back.

Then she realized: he’d forgotten his sunglasses. His hair was a mess from running.

He looked exactly like the photo that had gone up online.

Her eyes widened, but before she could even form the words, she heard the sound she’d dreaded since he went up on the list yesterday.

“ZANNIE!”

It was impossible to see who’d screamed in the mad crush of tourists and locals. The whole mass of them froze, like the entire world had been put on pause. A woman in a Yale sweater held her umbrella in front of her like a weapon, and cell phones went up immediately, recording whatever was about to happen next. Panicked faces searched the crowd.

And all their gazes shifted to Kovit.