“Yes,” I said. “The one they use to store the raw opium shipments.”

“If you hit them there, you cut off their cash flow within twenty-four hours.”

“Without that cash, Vance can’t pay his mercenaries.”

“He relies on daily payouts to keep those men loyal.”

“If the money stops, they will vanish into the hills.”

The door behind us hissed open.

I spun around, my heart hammering against my ribs.

Dante stepped into the room.

His dark coat was torn at the shoulder, and there was a smear of black soot across his cheek.

But his eyes were calm, and his hands were steady.

“The courtyard is clear,” Dante said.

“Vance’s men?” I asked.

“They retreated when our backup arrived from the southern gate,” he said.

“But they will be back. They know we are vulnerable now.”

He walked over to the map and looked at the black line I had drawn.

He didn’t speak for a long time.

He just stared at the ink.

“Is this accurate?” Dante asked.

“I rode that trail three times a week for two years,” I said.