Chapter 236: Grant

Friday. Target's Hideout, Ibiza Town, Ibiza.

GRANT WAS GRATEFUL FOR the time they'd spent studying the streets surrounding their target's location. He and Melody dashed through alleys, cut across two yards and now crept through the dense, leafy plants running along the neighbor's property.

Sirens wailed in the distance.

People were out on the street.

No matter what happened, there would be witnesses. Whoever was behind this couldn't shut all these people up. That would work in their benefit.

They came to a stop at the fence. He turned back to look at Melody.

"Up and over," she said.

"I'll go first."

She nodded and went to a knee, weapon drawn, looking through the narrow slats in the fence.

Grant surged to his feet, using his momentum to vault over the fence. He hit the ground and went low, guns up.

Not a soul stirred on this side of the house. All the activity was on the street side.

Melody landed softly next to him.

"Up through that window." She gestured at