Limo Patrol - Lily Thai -

Diego hit the button. The hydraulic door sighed open. Lily didn’t climb in. She crouched at the threshold, hands visible, voice low.

“Now we go,” Lily said. “Not to a hotel. Not to her house. Somewhere they won’t look.”

Park slid a file across the table. Inside: photos of Kael Vance, his lieutenants, and a marked-up map of Los Angeles limo staging areas. “We’ve been building a RICO case for eighteen months. But we need someone inside his operation. Someone who can get close without looking like a fed.” Limo Patrol - Lily Thai

Lily pulled out her phone and showed Sienna a text from Mack, sent two minutes ago: Someone pulled Sienna Vance’s ride history from the dispatch server. Not a hack. An inside job. Get her dark.

“Got a Code 23 at the W Hollywood. VIP refusing to exit the vehicle. Driver’s spooked.” Diego hit the button

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.”

“Ms. Vance. My name is Lily. I’m with Limo Patrol. I’m not your driver, and I’m not hotel security. I’m the person they call when things get strange.” She crouched at the threshold, hands visible, voice low

“Safe,” she said.