Chapter 177
We waited until night to breach the penthouse, all curved glass with sweeping views of the water and city. Real estate in Vancouver was so crazy that I was convinced we were all suffering from Stockholm Syndrome, nodding our heads about what a good deal a shoebox ground floor suite with no view running upwards of half a million dollars was nowadays.
The tower was outfitted with a state of the art security system involving audio, video, a manned desk in the lobby, and regular sweeps by guards. Which begged the question: who else lived here? Former dictators? Satan?
Though security wasn't an issue since Ari was going to shadow-port us directly into Malik's apartment. The issue was the wards spanning across Malik's floor-to-ceiling windows that we bounced off of. And by "bounced," I meant ran into like a car hitting a cement wall. While being twenty-three floors up.