Asa's POV
The city was still asleep, while I studied the message Marco forwarded to me from last night in my car. It contained coordinates to Jake's location and we were making preparations to apprehend him.
Now, his location glowed faintly on the digital map open on my dashboard screen.
Industrial zone. Northwest side.
That was where Jake was supposed to be.
If Marco’s lead was right, the rat we’d been searching for had been feeding information to both the Syndicate and the Russians. That kind of betrayal was suicidal.
I lit a cigarette, not because I needed it, but because it gave my hands something to do. I watched the map’s glowing lines for a long moment, weighing every move in my head like a chess game where one wrong move could detonate everything.
Then, almost without thin
