"I smiled. "Hey, 'Eve,'" I said. "Think you've got some uninvited guests." Now they were on three monitors. Teams of men in uniform black, huddled down behind riot shields, forcing their way into the Enclave lobby. A tear-gas grenade exploded on one camera, blanketing the lens in white smoke. On the parking lot view, a swarm of police cruisers ringed the building. "Oh, hey," I said. "Looks like the whole Vegas Metro SWAT division is here. Plus the FBI, Homeland Security, and probably the IRS for good measure." Lauren shook her head wildly. Her plants quivered. "What? How? They have no reason to be here, no evidence against me!"