Lower Manhattan, 4 a.m.
It was four in the morning. Leaning back against her motorbike, Captain Megan Brooks looked up the apartment building. Through the light drizzle of rain, her eyes studied a specific window where the lights were on. It was clear that her target was still awake.
A day ago, the police had combed Scarlett Sinclair’s apartment clean and she has tracked down the buyers of the spy cameras that they had found all over the place. As she had suspected, there haven’t been many buyers for the particular make and model.
She could have sent her officers to deal with this matter by themselves, but she wanted to be here. When it came to Cattleya or Kassandra, she didn’t take things lightly. There was no room for error.
She signaled to the officers to start moving up the stair
