cars honking in frustration, and sirens howling in the distance.

ports that meant nothing anymore. His mind kept drifting to a feeling he could

unsettled him. Maybe it was the pressure from the new investigation the press w

it was someth

op, Matherson mo

silence and control. He reached the ventilation shaft, unscrewed t

He had memorized the floor plans, watched employee routines for weeks

Voss's private office, the man

of the shadows and spo

time,

is feet, heart pounding,

the

erson said, stepping into the

it across the desk. The same flash drive the on

t it, his thr

. impossible. Y

"Funny. People keep sayin

th his desk-but found his hand frozen. Mat

son said. "And you and I

into the chair. "You ordered the hit. You

ered. "You don't unders

his tone like ice. "But I'll make

ickered. Fear.

e who runs everything now. He was above me. Above everyone. You t

ned closer. "

ility... no one knows exactly where. But his bro

him, letting the ch

he said, walking

, hopeful. "Yo

e you," he said, then turned.

t a flashbang, and tossed it onto the

s alone-dazed, shaking, heart r

over the city. The first piece had fallen. T

here to take

o finish what