AVA CLAYTON
I stared at the posh building in front of me, and glanced down at the address again. Was I in the right place? I had expected some abandoned, dirty area, with spiderwebs and silence all around. But instead I was standing before a high-rise, in a pretty extravagant neighborhood. For some odd reason, it sent a chill through me. Whoever I was dealing with was important, with a lot of contacts. Could this be connected to Ace's stature? Was someone trying to hurt the Mayor through his son? Or was this a trap for me, by someone trying to hurt Ace? One thing for certain, though. This was not about me. It felt too important to be about me.
I took a deep breath, before walking inside the building. The same instant, my phone pinged with a text.
11th floor, door 1109.
I bit my lip,
