Whispers

avigated the dimly lit alleyways. The name on the paper Gad had given her had rattled her more than she ca

Ready or not, she woul

pulled her from her thoughts

bounced, but the origin p

cks-where Gad had led her before. Was it a coi

ened her pace. She'd

e sweeping the streets below. He had expected Monica to follow the lead he'd gi

is earpiece. "She's c

ed. Right

"Keep watch. Make sure n

erst

ed. He needed Monica to understand what she was walking into, b

, there would be

tly quiet, save for the occasional distant hum of a cargo ship. She pulled her ho

lightly ajar. She slipped inside, her finge

pace, and faint light trickled in through the high windows. Sh

aint, but

d. Someon

ica reacted instantly, grabbing her d

amiliar voi

he light, his hand

eyes. "I should have

ze flickered to the dagger in her

it-slightly. "That depends

d. You just weren't aski

ght ones now. What do you know about Victor La

father's business partner. He was the one pulling the strings. And when yo

spine. "And you? Where do

alized what he was willing to do to cover his tracks. I trie

e. The night she had seen him s

you didn't see everything. Langley set that fire. He

ears. "If that's true, then wh

man. He's part of something bigger. And if you go after him

rip on the dagger. "I'

is isn't about surviving. It's about winning. And

he sounded li

tension-a metallic clang from

shadows as footsteps echoed in the distance. A figure app

re followed.

a look with Gad.

," Gad murmured. "You st

ed. "Then let's make

as brief. "Tr

ked low, sweeping the man's legs out from under him before dr

ncy, dodging a knife strike before twisting the

odds. But before he could retreat, Monica had him

you?" sh

ared but s

ece of paper from the man's jacket pocket.

anded it

felt the ground sh

wled across the paper

te imme

n her chest. This wasn't jus

were comin

s. "Still think

d hard. "I don'

ake sure you stay alive l

ights flickering against the darkness. And in

't running anym