back into the gala. The music and laughter seemed louder now, a

was nowhere to be seen,vanish

rough the crowd, her

he mean by "whatever you're running from is closer than you think"

miliar face,Alex, a friend from her art class. He was l

re joining them, using the distra

drifting back to the crowd, searching for Leo. He

ation, Mia excused herself, citing an e

ut his eyes narrowed slightly, a

shiver run down her spine. She hailed a taxi and gave the

that Leo's words were more than just a threat,they were a w

ia locked the door behind her and lean

m down, telling herself she was safe here

n, gazing out at the city below. The lights twinkled like

,the life she had left behind. She had been a CIA operati

s safe now, hidden behind a

nce had shatter

pacing around her apartment, trying to pie

ibly more about her past than she was comfo

in her bookshelf. Inside was a folder containing her real id

s she realized that if Leo kne

erything was still there,her passport, her ID, a few notes from her pas

cuments. It wasn't there before; she was certain of it.

, typed in plain font: "They'

oat. Who had left this? And how

e as she realized that Leo might not

were closing in, and she

ee table. It was an unknown number. Mia

she said

re a low, familiar voice spoke up. "Mia,

t. How did he get her numbe

d, trying to keep

his tone urgent. "Meet me at the coffee sho

ld respond. She stood there, frozen

ould she trust Leo, or was he just another

a couldn't shake the feeling that h

nd the shadows of her past all seemed to be converg

he had

ion. She would meet Leo at midnight, al